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First things first, Happy Birthday Harry Potter! (And JKR too.)

Now, on to other things. I will be leaving in approximately 34 hours to go to the site of my forensics class and there are news reports of at least two cougars prowling about the area. Add that to the warnings of asbestos and lead in the dorms where I'm staying and the two page liability waiver with the word DEATH bolded every couple lines and you get a big ol' ton of fun. Actually, I couldn't care less about poison building materials since won't be there long term and I won't be taking a sander to the floor tiles and I'd much love to see a cougar or two. All I get in my backyard is a bunch of birds, bugs, and maybe a frog if I'm lucky. (You guys need to see my picture of Mr. Frog. It's pretty much amazing) My mom's the one having a heart attack and planning on staying at a hotel near me the whole time just in case I get mauled or lung cancer or something. Now watch there be a mass murderer or an Ebola outbreak there tomorrow.

Tonight I'm going to finish driver's ed. I will! I promise! I'm prepared to stay up all night with a cup of dark chocolate chocolate chips, orange juice, an expansive playlist of songs I love to sing and dance to, and a wicked comfortable armchair. All I need is the motivation to drag through three more units of badly scanned, typo filled, utterly useless driving information. Even the prospects of finally getting to get behind the wheel of a car a year and a half after everybody else my age aren't working anymore. That got me through the first four pages before I realized that I'm not going to need to know how many liver, kidney, skin, marrow, and cornea donations are needed every year to save all of the people dying or which transplant program is better for African Americans in order to make a car go. All you gotta do is press those little pedal things and turn the big circle right??

I'm a member of the Gold Key Society for winning that cute little gold key pin because I happened to write a little story that made people breathless. (Unless they were that one dude who told me that it was okay, but not really his type. Instead he wrote something about everybody in my school dying in an explosion and only he was left to witness the massive gore and maniacal laughter of his alter ego. Or something like that. But I ended up with the award. And he prolly ended up with a referral to the psychologist) On the Gold Key Society social networking thing I can read stories and see artwork and talk to some of the most brilliant people I've ever met. There's nothing in the world like finding a whole collection of like-minded individuals who just blow you away with their talents. I read a story today that was so good I just sat there and stared for ten minutes afterwards, stunned. I never do that with all these "classic" writers that I'm forced to study in school. Occasionally a line or two from a story sticks out, but that's about it. If teachers really want to study human feelings through writing and art, check out some of their own students' work. Not those old dead dudes. (Another girl who's writing I enjoy is Anna (http://awwaggener.wordpress.com/). I find her style very relaxed and humorous.)

It is 3:47 am and I started this post at 11 something. But I have finished one whole unit in driver's ed. Woohoo! I guess I should sign off of this and quit wasting time or I'll never finish the other two by the time the rest of the world wakes up (although I much prefer the people that don't sleep and decide to stay up talking colors). If I don't make it back tomorrow (today actually) to enlighten and entertain (or bore) with my random thoughts, then I'll say goodbye now. I'll miss you all, and I'll update if I get a chance while I'm gone.

♥ j.j.

btw: for those of you wondering, Eric is doing well last I heard. He's awake, talked on the phone a bit, and underwent surgery to repair some nerves in his leg. He's still got a long recovery ahead, so wish the little boy and his family well.