Well here it is, my first real blog I guess you could say. I've always been a paper and pencil journal keeper(I have 86 full journals in a box under my bed). I just told some love sick blogger to grow a vertibre as my fist act on this site, and then I realized that I have not actually written on here. Hehe, anything to distract myself from bordome. I just moved from my home in paradise (Lake Tahoe) for another semester in a strip-mall wasteland. Amazing how it all works out right? I just spent the last thirty days of my life skiing my ass off with all my friends, the powder in my face, the wind whipping through my hair, my heart pound in my chest like my first kiss. There is nothing like it. I guess the good thing about going back to school is the fact that I get to see my best friend Whitney. She is the blue to my jeans! We just got back from the movies. We went and saw Juno. It was the best movie I have seen in a long time. I was adopted when I was a baby in a similar situation, so I felt it held a lot of relevance in my life. I mean, my birth mother wasn't a teen when she had me, but she still carried me for nine months at a young age. It made me wonder about what it must have been like for her when she felt me kick, or how she feels every year when Agust 5th rolls around. I know this girl, she is one of my roomates here at school. Her stepdad raped her when she was 12 and 14. She gave birth to two of his children and gave them up for adoption. They are apart of the same family even though they are different ages, which I though was really cool. My friend is 20 now and you wouldn't know that happened to her unless she told you. She is the most well adjusted person ever. She call the babies her girls, and still goes to see them. If you want to see a real woman, look at her and every other person like her. I couldn't imagine going through something like that. That's why I think it is funny when people feel their lives are so dramatic. When they have no Idea. Laters.