I love people that know how to be nice. I like people that feel as guilty as I do. It's charming, honest, attractive.

Grrrrrr. One track. One train. I need a distraction.

I'm graduating on Saturday. My speech is good, but not great. I'm so ready to just be able to say, 'I WENT to high school at Urban, now I'm in college at NYU.' I can't wait to get in the car and go to Portland in another week. I'm even excited about going alone. I think I need it. I don't really have too many friends here, many true friends anyway. I'll have time to think about things, read, write, hope. Maybe I'll put togethor a zine. It's going to be fun. It'll be a great distraction, a nice getaway.