February 2nd, 2006.
I was a junior in high school. I was thinking about cutting my hair short. I had just decided to try out for a school play for the first time ever (I had only ever worked backstage, but this time it turned out that I missed auditions by one day). I was still crying my eyes out from breaking up with my high school luuuuurrrrrve. I was returning college junk mail with my "sign me up for more junk mail from your university, please" information all filled out. I was signing up to graduate from high school a semester early (I just couldn't keep coming to school every day with my luuuuurrrrrve now that he hated me! -read with a dramatic flair-). I was babysitting a ton. And working at Four Season's Video. I was doing my best to stay out of the way of the planning for my oldest sister's wedding. And racing around in my little, seventh-hand, smoking, stinky, 1992 Ford Taurus. I still slept with my pound puppy, a gray poodle named Bonnie. I had my own little dog, Mac, who was just a little guy, 2.5 years old, and my grumpy, old-man dog, Roy. I was considering becoming a CPA. I was listening to Johnny Cash and the Beatles, daily. I thought I was pretty cool. Not much else was going on. I was in high school...
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