so today is like my birthday.
the big 1-7. still in the teens.
give me 12 more months and i'll be totally legal.
you know, doing all the bad shit. buying cigs, porn, strip clubs, casinos!
...just kidding.

i'm waiting until 4 o'clock rolls around to call my friend Amy. she's kind of the basis of plans today and she has to get out of school in order for me to talk to her. hopefully she'll be kind enough to pick me up and take me where to do whatever.
i think a group of us may be going rollerskating or ice skating or pickle skating.

i went to get the mail today and i opened the door to come back into the house and noticed something of high importance: the lock box is gone. what? i turn around into the bright august sun that was popping out behind the grey, dismal clouds. it takes a moment for me to focus...it's much too brilliantly white...but then i see it. the 'for sale' sign is gone. has my house sold? has my dad taken it off the market? either way i'm slightly pissed, but have a good blackmail scheme. i was on the phone with him this morning...he care not to share with me? his own daughter who is living in the house? i suppose, no.

it is time to call.