Phooey.

Life . . .

Is life, I suppose.

Although that doesn't help the statement make any more sense.

I need a piano. Or an outdoor track. Or someone named Sue who's close to my age and not in dental school, hence having a free schedule.

What I really need is to learn to be happy with my life the way it is.

Her name doesn't have to be Sue.

Bleck. That's the only word I have for how I have been feeling the past few days.

I just remembered that list of 21 before 21 on here . . . I need to look that up and knock a few of those out. Otherwise I will be a loser come my 21st birthday. Again.

Tomorrow is my birthday. It sucks.

My life kinda sucks right now though so I guess that's to be expected.

Peace.