2006. I never thought this year would actually come.

I've never planned much further than the end of this year. Sure, I have huge goals for college, but past that I don't have any goals about life. I have a few years to figure it out, but then I have to have some life plan. Do I want to get married? Have kids? Live in LA? Live in NY? It's like MASH. (Which, strangely, says that I'm going to marry Chinh and live in a shack with 4 kids).

I'm done with all my applications, and I sent my portfolio out yesterday. I'll post a link to it someday. I'm not worried about getting into college, because I'm already accepted at two places. The rest are questionable, but even if I get rejections from here out, I have somewhere to go. That's a good feeling. I also love having "strong academics." I never thought that I'd be Ivy League material, but I was in the top of their midrange for almost everything. Amazing.

I hate the idea of leaving my friends. I wish I could take everyone with me (some people more than others). I want to continue going to high school forever. I'd like to get up later, stop living with my parents and take design classes, but other than that I'm happy with the status quo. On the other hand, I am completely ready for the senior slide.

I do need to congratulate my mother for choosing the absolute worst time to file for divorce. While I should be studying for finals and figuring out college financial aide, I'm reading Minnesota statute to figure out youth rights and trying to determine how I can tell the FAFSA people that yes, we have money, but that soon it's going to be supporting two separate households.