so, i still work at the café. i broke up with him. and i'm lusting after another. although, i don't think it's lusting if you really do like the person. he's sweet, but definetly not my type. i've just discovered that i have a mohawk fetish and it makes a man ten times hotter when they have a mohawk. i've come to shed the cheerleader/ditzy image and it is safe to say, i think people now believe i have a brain. george bush pisses me off, but what's new. i've had about three waterballoon fights, one in which i wore all red and walked into starbucks. life is hectic, but i love it. i've lost two really good friends by choice and gained a whole group by chance. i haven't shaved my legs in a while, but i've noticed no hair grows on them. i've gotten really into listening to the band stars. caramel frappes are a necessity. i go to bed late and i wake up early. birds, actually, are my alarm clock. i want a new car. the summer is going by too fast. my ability to sit still has shortened. and i think my dad is going on a downward spiral and the evidence lays across my face. i've become obessive over symmetry. i take naps. i'm going to maine for two weeks and then, off to rome the campus of my college. mexican food is an everyday part of my life. and i can't live without steak.