I felt like a new journal. Nothing is great.
I had really good pumpkin cheese cake at the Big River Grill and got new shoes, but I don't know if it was really worth sitting through my sister yelling the whole time and making my parents mad and making us leave early.
Rupert is still here, but should be taking him any day now. I'll miss him, he's awesome, but oh well, we can't keep him.
We're going to move soon. I don't know where. I don't think I care anymore, I mean I only have like 2 and a half years left in this place as it is. I'm leaving as soon as I can. Every day it's cold and wet and I wish for snow, but I know it won't come. Plus, the stores here have terrible clothes. I don't know why I'm being depressing, maybe I'm just homesick, or feeling ignored. I don't know.
But yeah, I went to Atlanta the other day with . It was fun. We went to learn about going to Parsons, because that's where I want to go to college.
I also got my learner's permit, but I've never been behind the wheel of a car, and I can't drive my mom's because of her insurance, so I probably won't be driving any time soon. My dad is only off work 1-2 days a week, so I think I'll be nearly 17 by the time I actually get my liscence (at this rate)if not getting close to 18.
Things could be worse.
I can't wait for thanksgiving, I don't like the holiday, but I like the food. I'm gonna get fat eating like this. >.>