dear diary,
i have been crying a lot. i can't take a college class because of paperwork so i will never be a doctor. i may in fact fail at life even though the jolly green giant at work says "he has faith in few people, but i am one of them." i must apply for a "therapy assistant" job and try to cut down hours at bravo!(mind you the exclaimation point is part of the name).

i am a bad friend. i have not seen west side boys, neal, or new friends. i did have to see grandma in the hospital with bloody tubes and she smelled like sick. she has a sign above her bed that says "please speak loudly. i am hard of hearing." that the nice nurses put up for her. the vip floor at the hospital is not that cool because she has a mini fridge but it's not even stocked. bogus.

keith's band is good and so is do make say think. andrew and beth and andrew and antonio and erin and kim were all there. andrew gave me and beth some new laser pointers. he said they are cheap though because the chinese made them. he is going to virginia and antonio is going to italy. antonio is really hairy.

tonight is my night off and i have no plans. maybe ill just eat ice cream and think about how my life used to be in boston.
i'll write again soon. i promise.
-jacqueline