I really should be going to bed. I’m tired. But that’s no reason. I’m always tired. No, I should be going to bed because there’s nothing else to do. Except (oh yes) mountains of homework and studying for the SAT. Obviously I’ve decided that I’m not going to bed yet. I can’t really think of anything. So I guess I’ll just ramble. Ramble ramble ramble. That makes me sound brilliant. I don’t like pale nail polish. Too girly. My sister is standing behind me, probably reading what I’m writing. Go away. Knives were an incredible invention. I love knives. They are sharp. They are dangerous. They are mine. We were made for eachother. I hate that this computer doesn’t have speakers. You can’t listen to music on it. Although this is my mom’s computer so I shouldn’t be on here anyway. Oops. I like sunrises. I rarely get up early enough to see them (and of course at this time of year it’s usually cloudy anyway) but I love them. Maybe I’ll get up early tomorrow just to watch one from my front step. If it’s cloudy I can always go to bed. I like that one song by Flipsyde: Happy Birthday. It’s a very sweet song. Sad too. I’m never going to get an abortion. Even I am not that stupid. Goodnight.