Mmm. My brothers locked me out while it was pouring. It felt soo good. The sun was shining and it was raining so hard. So I danced around on my gravel driveway. That kinda hurt my feet. I got totally soaked and it was so nice. I was only out there like 10 minutes too. I wanted to stay in my wet clothes. I had to change pants though...they were khaki and yeah...they were wet so they were pretty much see-thru. Oh well. I let my hair dry and it is a huge mess. But it's not bad. And it's really soft. I feel beautiful. I don't feel at all fake. I'm wearing a bright green shirt and black pj pants with orange/yellow/red flames. I don't care. It's comfy. And I feel beautiful all the same. YAY! I'm really tired. Kira is gonna read this. I love her. She's awesome! I'm glad we're friends. Oh well. I just wanted to write my little thing about the rain because I felt special and beautiful which is rare so nah if you didn't like it. The rain made in such a poetic mood and I wrote poetry. Yay for me. But I'm so self-consious about stuff like that. I hate when people read it. So I won't write it here. Not where everyone I know can read it. Somewhere else. Where people can read it without knowing it's me. Oh well. Blah blah blah. I'm bored. Woot. This is fun. I wanted sD back up so I could read people's journals but no one has had a chance to write anything new. Oh well. I can always read people's old entries...or something. K I'm done here. Bye