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Friday, Apr. 26, 2002 @ 12:30 P.M.

Move out? Riiiiiiiiight...

Oooo... ::Jumps up and down excitedly:: guess what? Guess what?! Go ahead, guess! No, no, no... that's not it! And no hints, just guess. ::Drums fingers impatiently:: Okay, fine, I'll tell you. Brendan wrote me an e-mail!!! Isn't that great?! Isn't that fabulous?!! Well, I think it is. After waiting, like, forever and a half he finally wrote me back. Yay! For a while I thought he had dropped off the face of the Earth or something, but then out of the blue he writes me. Y'know... I wonder if that e-mail about my journal had anything to do with it. Hmmmmm...

Lately it seems like all the people I know have been thinking about finding new places to live. I, too, have had such thoughts. I mean, what teenager hasn't? Okay, I'm not a teenager anymore, but most of my friends aren't either and they still live with their parents, too! Does that make us sad sacks? No, just... well, financially and mentally unable to handle the responsibility of living away from our parents' comforting shelter. Aaaaaargh!!! That sucks! I do want to move out! I do, I do, I do!!! ::Stamps foot and starts pouting:: If Roach, Scott, and Brendan can do it, I'm sure I could too. I... just need a roommate or two. The thing is, I need a fairly spacious place with people to keep me company. I definitely could never live alone. Too lonely being alone. Either that or I'll get a cat. ::Shrug::

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