i thought that this summer was going to be torture. i thought that i was going to spend my days and nights toiling away at dairy queen, slowly losing my sanity to ice cream, sprinkles, and sticky children. but no, my friends. no.

i'm going to new york city. i;m going to an acting school there, which i auditioned for, and i actually made it, and now i get to live there for 6 weeks over the summer. when my mother told me, i think i had a mental orgasm. finally. out of the confines of this small, snotty, close-minded little town consisting of the same 3 people driving the same 3 cars with the same 3 pairs of shoes. finally, a place where it's ok to not be an abercrombie and fitch model, a place where stuff actually happens on friday nights, a place swarming with hot guys and an assortment of other interesting people. and i get to live there, and be a part of it, and for once not have to come home to my little room and talk to the same annoying shitheads. finally.

now i usually don't brag on this thing, but i figure that my life has sucked for the past two months, and i have had nothing to look forward to, and finally, FINALLY something cool has happened, and i am going to milk this for all it's worth.

so here goes.

FUCK YES, FUCK YES, I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY, AHH I HATE RAMSEY, I HATE IT, I CAN'T WAIT TO LEAVE.

ah, that felt good. so i guess that means there will be a 6 week lapse in this thing, but who the hell cares, because no one reads it anyway. but one day when i am rich and famous, everyone will wish they did read it.

think about it. i won't have to touch an ice cream cone for 6 WEEKS. i won't have to deal with annoying stupid people, fill sprinkles, or clean fudge covered tables for a month and a half. i won't have to wear that god-forsaken uniform. i won't have to drive down the same mainstreet with its 900 nail salons. oh mother of god. i believe in you.

i'm gonna go, and fantasize. peace