I started one of these... just because... Because Nicole was doing it. Because I have nothing better to do with my time. It's kind of a waste of time (then again, I have no time to waste). I already have a Livejournal account, and a myspace. This one can be my... I don't know... "true feelings" one. Livejournal can be my stupid one. Myspace can just be myspace.

At the moment, I'm in my room. Mom just got home, and she's all, "Oh, my God! You're going to be juniors next year." Yeah, Mom. We are. Nicole and I, I mean. How depressing is that? We're going to be leaving high school in two years. We have to start college in three-ish years. That's just. . . sad.

Now Mom's all, "So how'd you like Eric?"

Eric is one of my stepbrothers. Mom and Michael have been married for a year or so, and I've only just met Eric. Nicole and I still have to meet Marc. Meeting Eric was nerve wrecking enough. I'm not sure I want to meet Marc. Anyway, Eric came to California from New York for Christmas. The whole thing was so awkward...

I'm disappointed about Christmas, by the way. Sure, it has all the coolest songs (12 Days of Christmas by Bing Crosby, Little Saint Nick by the Beach Boys, the First Noel by NSYNC...) out of all the holidays. But who really celebrates Christmas because of Jesus? Do you? I didn't. Now I'm mad at myself. And I want to tell Bing Crosby to shut up, because I don't care what his love sent to him. You see, this Christmas, Jordan was supposed to come over (which he did), and we were going to sit in front of our fake tree and read the Bible out loud. We didn't. I felt sick. As if it's an excuse. Whatever.

Like I would pick up the Bible anyway. I don't even claim that it's my favorite book anymore.

By the way, Bing Crosby was kind of cute when he was young. I'll add him to the OMS list...