Day 20

Mom just left. And, embarrassingly enough, I started to cry. I shouldn't, really. I'm 19, for pete's sake. I'm a big girl. It's just that I've never lived on my own before. I mean, I lived in the dorm last year, but I had a roommate. I've lived in the same house since I was 3. I guess I just don't like change, especially when it comes to where I live. Last Sunday, Daddy talked about how he couldn't wait to move to another house that didn't have a pool to keep up with. I just can't imagine us living anywhere else. I can't imagine someone else living in MY house.

oh, there I go, crying again. I haven't cried this much since I saw 'Up'. And don't laugh at me. If Up didn't make you cry, you have no soul, you baby seal-clubber.

Mom took me shopping today. I now have three new pairs of jeans, a new shirt, some cleaning supplies, a potted plant and some frames. I have this poster from the King Tut exhibit when it was in Dallas, and I have a copy of the July 21, 1969 New York Times (Men Land On Moon). Mom did some laundry for me, made me an awesome steak quesadilla from some leftovers, and other good things.

It's so quiet here. Well, the TV is on, anyway. I can't imagine what it would be like if there was no TV. It makes me feel like I'm still part of the world. See, I don't have all that many friends. I can pretty much count them on one hand. The ones that are in this town, anyway. Facebook says I have over 100 friends, but you know how that is.

I was thinking about slipping a note by my neighbor's doors, saying something along the lines of 'ohai, iz ur nay-bor. Come hang out plzkthxbai'. But I couldn't do it in a way that didn't sound creepy. So I guess I'll just stay here and... I dunno. Do something. Maybe take a nap.