When I was seventeen.

The christmas break was "different" to say the least. I wasn't ever bored, which I suppose is a good thing. Christmas was good, I got my ipod nano (my baby) and TICKETS TO SEE FEIST IN HALIFAX! Omigosh. I flipped when I opened them up. My dad tried to trick me into thinking they were tickets to see Ron James at the Cohn. Not that I don't like Ron James, but FEIST! I am in love with her.

I don't know what I want right now. I am stuck. Like Scarlet Joho in Lost in Translation. "I'm stuck...does it get easier?" I absolutely love that movie. It makes me want to go to Tokyo and walk around in my toggle coat and clear umbrella. But yeah, I hate being seventeen. It's so complicated, even though it doesn't have to be. I have never ever before in my life had so many insecurities as I do now. I AM WRITING MY PRIVATE THOUGHTS IN AN ONLINE JOURNAL. What the hell is wrong with me? Who cares. I just feel like I am supposed to be doing so much and I'm not doing it. I have to go to university next year, and I thought I had it all figured out all along, but now that it's actually happening I feel so rushed and crazed and like everything is going to be ruined if I don't get my shit together right this very moment, at 10:13pm on January 5, 2006. Like my future completely depends on this one moment. GAH!

Whatever. I'm going to bed so I can sleep my cares away...ha!