I hate hurricanes, especially Rita. You'd think that I'd feel better because I'm out of harm's way, but I feel horrible. I wish I were at home to help out with the whole thing, but I'm not so my hands are tied.

Sigh.

Please, Lord, let's get through this.

Ahhh, why did I go to that Teach for America meeting?? Now I feel like I need to go out and help those kids succeed instead of going to law school next year.

Ahhhhh, what should I do?!

So it's been a month and a half. Not a new record or anything.

It's three AM and I'm definitely feelin' lonely, thank you, Matchbox Twenty.

John's 21st birthday celebration was tonight, so I'm typing slower than I normally would, but that's fine. Sigh. It was a great deal of fun up until the end,when the discussion of our future together surfaced.

Guys (girls, I guess, since no guys read this), I don't know what to think anymore. A part of me really wants this to work out more than anything, yet another part of me feels like it can't work out because we both want to be in different places. It tears me up inside. This guy was the one who would love me forever and wanted to go wherever I went; now he's the guy who wants to do his own thing and see if we ever cross paths again. Where is my life heading? I'm so scared. I thought it was all figured out until about three months ago. Sigh. Damn you, senior year.

I'm going to law school next year. That's definitely true. That's all I know so far, and I guess I should be content with that.

Night.