Hello my readers. I'm home, and a day late at that. And late on other things as well. I was supposed to get my period four days ago, and I get it every month at the same time. I took a pregnancy test and...it came out positive. I had sex with a guy when I went to Key West. He sat next to me on the plane, and when I got to the hotel, I snuck out and we did it in the bushes.

Lies! All lies! (insert evil laughter here)

March 29, 2003
5:23-6:01 PM

Here I am in Chicago IL, waiting to catch my damned plane to Miami. When I look around, there are so many nationalities. I yearn to see a friend or someone my age to talk to. I’m feeling pretty lonely right now. Sure, I have m parents, but it’s not the same. I need another teenager.

Another hour I have to wait…. I can’t do it. I’ll go crazy before the damn plane gets here. You’d think that the U.S.A.’s busiest airport would have entertainment other than war news, but if you thought this; you’d be wrong. I’m sick of screaming children, and from the looks of things, I will be on my next flight with many, and oh irony, it’s the longest flight.

SHUT UP KID! I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DON’T!

March 30, 2003
12:48-12:58 AM

I’m so freaking sick of putting up with all my parents’ shit. Right not I don’t care if I’m in Key West or home. Dad is making me miserable, and yet Mom is saying ‘Share a little compassion’. My compassion was left in Chicago, when Dad announced he was tired and was bitching over everything.

That’s right Michelle, smother the man in pity, despite the very fact that he’s screwing us over and you’re much too thick to see it. Get up off the floor Norm and go to bed! It’s your own damn fault you’re cranky.

Wouldn’t it be great if I were writing this entry from his bed/bedroom, stripped of everything but sheets, instead of being stuck here with whiny parents? I could have him wrap his arms around me and I would kiss him…nice and slow.

March 30, 2003
Around 8 pm

Listen guys, I don’t really want to chill with you. I want to do my own thing. I’m not like you guys. I’m young and energetic, and well, your middle-aged and closest to thrill you get is watching an Indiana Jones movie. I’m not like you. I don’t sleep at 8 fucking 30.

I’d love to try smoking right now. Am I going to? Hell no. I’d be letting him down, and I’d rather die than do. I fucking love him.

So it’s pretty windy out right now. I’d like to think that it’s blowing in a huge storm, that way it’ll be warm and sunny tomorrow instead of the anticipated 67 degrees and partly sunny. That’s pretty low if you consider where I am.

I want to rent a car and get my belly button pierced. I’m supposed to get it done. It’ll be a great momento of this trip. I just really hope they pierce scar tissue. If I had my way, my belly button, my tongue, eyebrow, clitoris, and left ear all the way up, would be pierced. It may be good that I don’t have my way, I’d most likely be a walking, talking health code violation.

April 1, 2003
3:50-4:15

I don’t get it. Last night at around midnight, I woke up and felt very sick. I still feel sick and I had to bolt for the bathroom more than once. I couldn’t even go with my parents to the beach I feel so sick.

I can’t focus. Later.

April 3, 2003
Around 6:30

Hey sweetheart,

I’m missing you so much right now, it’s not even funny. In Chicago we have thunderstorms, but in TC, where you are, it’s supposedly an ice rink! Looks like I won’t be home tonight, love. Imagine me on the floor of an airport and sleeping!

Ugh! THIS SUCKS! I’m writing to no one, and stuck in Chicago with thunder crashing and lightning flashing. I’m not going to sleep on the floor of O’Hare Airport!

More later. Just to let ya know….I was stuck in Chicago overnight.