You may forget me. I promise to depart.

"areyouinorareyouout? youcan'twineitherway," he said.
"butthefallwillbefantasticandwhat'sleftisnothinglessthanperfection"

Hypochondria. It sucks. I'm definitely a victim. I've often spent long periods of time debating whether or not I have a terminal disease. I've concluded that I have either inherited a genetic disorder or I have cancer. I have good reason to believe both. More so for cancer. So I'm asking you this:

If I were to die tomorrow, what would you say? What would you do? I'm just curious.

On a happier note, though, I have a fabulous solution to my confinement to one county. If anybody wants to plan an event or outing or something (Other than The Cause thing. That's the one exception,) they need to plan it in or near Anne Arundel County. I realize that if I ever planned something in my town, it would suck, so I wont even try. But a trip to Marley Station Mall is surprisingly fun, considering how small the mall actually is. Seriously. That's my mall. I know a ton of people that work there.

I get my schedule for my job at the library today, and my schedule for my job at Flynn & O'Hara Thursday. Yep. I don't think I am working very much there, though. They hired a lot of teenagers. I'll be working more in August 'cause people are coming to get uniforms around that time. The library is probably going to be 4-6 hours a week so that's easy peasy. Unfortunately, it's not for pay, so I am just getting hours for school. When you need 40 per year, this is what you gotta do. The uniform place is paying me, though. Lalala...?


--Under the summer rain I burnt away. You turned away. Listen. I can't make a sound or feel fine.
---Scottie: Don't speak my name!