I am a neurotic mess. I decided to e-mail a few people I haven't talked too in a while and tell them that I love them. If you know me personally, or have been somehow communicating with you for over 5 months, there's a good chance that I love you too. I'm like that. I love nearly everyone I know in the platonic sense of the word. I like that about me.

Back to being neurotic though. It's really really hard to write a normal sounding letter via e-mail and try to sound normal. Isn't it. I mean, you either sound businessy or gangstery.

I am nervous, and I cry on the first day of school. I've cried on the first day of school every year since I begain with the exception of second grade where I didn't cry the first day but cried nearly everyother day. I don't want to cry tomorrow.

I want to write essays. I love essays. I am given a topic just like everyone else in the class and then I get to write about it in my own words, and usually I don't know what I'm saying until I write it, and usually I learn something. I hope I can still do that.

Also, thank-you Arianna for being the only person who bothers to answer any of my questions. I decided against the postcard notes in the mailboxes and opted for the e-mail. While not quite as cool, and very unreliable, it was much simpler.

As I seem to be very bad at relaying information in short consise little bits of words:

Today I drove, myself, in the van, around and around and around the block. Through the alley, around and around and around. My mother is an excellent backseat driver, which makes her excellent for the whole teaching experience. She does have the tendancy to grab the steering wheel unnessacarily, and to shreik at odd times, but yes, it was good.

I bought Feist- Let It Die today and it is amazing!

Tomorrow is a school day, so I'm going to go to bed now.