Yes sir,
I very well accept that I have been neglecting to write in this and inform the willing world of my constant battles I like to call life. It's pretty simple. I'm busy.
I have exams coming up and I thought high school exams were tough. As I get out for the summer, I will get more hours at work to keep myself busy. Work is a bitch and I hate it. But I love the people and I'm making ok money so I can't complain.
Oh Vanessa Carlton came to our dogwood festival to sing and she said "fuck it." I had to laugh. That was her motivation for her 3rd most famous song. Then a train passed by making alot of raquet and she paused in the middle of her most famous song. There were a couple thousand people in that festival center watching. But most were jailbait.
I tried to find a friend, liz, but she sort of blended in being 17, blonde, and from terry sandford. But I ran into a few people. Someone that drives me mad every time I see her. But I can't talk to her. All we have is a long ride on the chicago train.
But besides all that jazz, I find out in 2 weeks if I leave the 19th of July or late August. I hope it's in August but I can go either way. I just can't wait to leave this sorry excuse for a town. My cross is that I've gotten too involved with the politics of this town.
Oh, and I got a speeding ticket on the way back from Charlotte. I was going 70 on a 55. Hey, it wasn't my fault. Ok maybe a little.
I'm gunna go meet up with some friends and see Baby Mama now. Tina Fey is funny.

The date of my department of this town is coming near and I have to be bluntly honest with you . Something that I never type nor write to myself in honesty. But I want myself to look back at this entry in 4 years and remember exactly how intense I felt this emotion. It's not a vague emotion but very detailed to the core. I want to remember that I felt this emotion and kept moving the ball up the field anyways...

I'm shitting my pants in sweaty quaking fear.

I'm getting my first tattoo to express the feeling I got after being accepted into every school I applied for. But more importanly I got into J-school at Columbia. So July 19th I will be making a move to the big city.
I accepted that I was in the bottom class. If 6 people pass a test it won't be me. But so far, college has proved that once I started actually trying, I am one of those 6 who pass. With a B in fact.
But that was a while ago and I've done great ever since. I write because I promised that every time something big happens, I would write about it. So yeah, I have been accepted by the Columbia and I'm leaving this town in 109 days.