The only thing I saved from 6-12th grade is a sealed jar of air from 1996. That and a bunch of poems, essays, stories, and plays I'd written smack in the middle of my teen angst era, (and those only for their current laughable entertainment value.)
I keep having dreams about having a family. Or raising children, and the like. (**TIC-TOC TIC-TOC** Can anyone else hear that? Yes yes... that's amyjo's biological clock! It's overbearing, all-powerful, and doesn't care wether I've finished school, or have money to buy baby food, or wether I really want to devote myself to diaper changing. **TIC-TOC TIC-TOC...**
I'm really much too young for this sort of thing, I know, but what can a girl do?
Going back to campus this week. Life (and this diary) should get a little more lively. Perhaps even... Adventurous??