Boy, things certainly have changed from the last time I wrote a journal entry, which was about four and a half months ago. I just finished my performance of Into The Woods, a broadway production which we did at our school. I thought we did pretty darn AWESOME, but that's just me.
Tragedy has struck, too. It hardly needs to be said our family is struggling over the havoc in the economy, though I'd say we're much better off than a lot of other people. Another saddening thing is that my friends older brother shot himself in the head. Why, no one knows. A deffinitive motive was never found, but let me tell you, I would've never expected it. He was a church goer, along with me, and always seemed to be cheery outlook on life. I'm (SPOILERS!) writing a story in rememberance of him right now, titled "Life".
But really, that's all just me being a pessimist. My life is fine, and I'm sure my lifestyle can be considered SPOILED next to some of you people reading this. My journal entry culmilates right now. (That's my new word, meaning end.)
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