Zero days left!  Whee!  My favorite number is zero.  Zero and sixty-nine.

I can't wait until college.  Even though I'm freaked out about the application process (the one and only fear I have is rejection), once I'm accepted I know I will have the time of my life.  I mean, it will be great.  A whole little dorm room all to myself, bars and orgies every night, parties, etc.  What could be better?  I'd be like a kid in an adult's body.

Humans know too much at this point in time, I think.  It seems as if there is little room for discovery or exploration, since science has answers to just about everything I would be curious about.  That's what makes living life at this point in time so goddamn boring.  Or maybe it is because I am just here all by myself shut up in this stupid bedroom.

I am wearing my neck strap from my saxophone.  At first glance it looks a bit like a tie.  And with my baggy-ish pants I look like one of those stupid Avril Leveigne trend followers.  It's funny.  I wonder what the neighbors think.  They're always peering out their windows, it seems.  I wonder if they're watching me right now as I type this, laughing and telling their children, "remember your neighbor?  The one who openly masturbates and picks her butt and nose and pierces herself with nails and needles?  She's a punk now!  Ha!  Hahaha!"  But the likelihood of that happening is slim.

What should I write about for my college essay?  I know I am thinking, like, three and a half years in advance, but the topic still freaks me out.  I don't care what college I end up going to that much, but I care that I'm not rejected to too many.  That would be humiliating.  My brother wrote his essay already.  And as much as I hate to say it, it actually was quite good.  If I were on the Princeton admissions team I would let him in just for that essay.  Actually, my brother doesn't want to go to Princeton.  He wants to go to Harvard, I think.  Whatever.  Those preppy Ivy Leagues are all the same to me.