I am proud of him.  I really am.  I'm glad he is living his dream.  But I'm even happier that he decided to leave me out of it.  I realize now that I just would have held him back, and as much as I want to "just be the one who keeps him out of trouble," I know there's no way in anything but Hollywood that something even remotely close to that can truly happen.

Have fun.  I know you will.  Don't kill yourself.  I wish I could have really known you.

I think I'm finally okay with it all.  I am back on track with reality.  Maybe.  For now.

My life has taken more than one strange turn so far this summer.  I've noticed that I go through phases.  Right now it seems to be the--

Ready for this?

-- "staying up until three, watching Seinfeld, practicing mallets, working at Dairy Queen, running with Stasia, reading Science Fiction, obsessively texting, and trying for friends" phase.  That'd be my life right there.

Speaking of Dairy Queen, I really love it there.  It's the laziest job in the world, but I can easily admit that in my month of working there so far, I've already experienced some of the best memories.

I am waiting for band and tennis to start.  I need a reason to not stay up until three.

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you