7:56 p.m. - 2003-07-07
please excuse me while i whine.
After fighting with my computer for an hour, here I am. Listening to the Ataris. Just trying to pass time until I get to sleep again. Then it's the same ol' thing tomorrow.

Everyone's doing something with their guy. I miss girls nights. Ah well, it happens. I'm okay with being by myself. I just run out of ways to pass time. I am hungry, I just don't feel like eating.

My fish tank is like a grave yard. Zippy died today.

Here in this diary I write you visions of my summer. It was the best I ever had. There were choruses and sing a longs and not a spoken feeling. I'm knowing right now that is all that matters. All the nights we stayed up talking and listening to 80's songs. Quoting lines from all the movies that we love. It still brings a smile to my face. I guess when it comes down to it: Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up. These are the best days of our lives. The only thing that matters is just following your heart and eventually you'll finally get it right. Breaking into hotel swimming pools, and wreaking havoc on our world. Hanging out at truckstops just to pass the time. The blacktop singing me to sleep. Lighting fireworks in parking lots illuminate the blackest nights. Cherry cokes under moonlight summer sky. 2015 Riverside, it's time to say goodbye. Get on the bus, it's time to go.

Don't know if I'd classify this into the best summer in the world. Maria leaves on the nineteenth. But I don't really see her anyway.

-Amber

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