Until The Last Of Days.

I've never blogged from the kitchen before. So, naturally, this seems like an amazing opportunity to do so. My computer is fucked, and, of course, we can't find the warranty information. Meaning, I am stuck with a crappy computer until graduation, when my grandparents buy me a new, nice one.
School really sucks. I'm not as close to my old friends, and each day is the worst day of my life. I'm not saying I'm now an antisocial loser, I talk to many people during the day, but after school, I almost never have plans other than working, or going to dance.
Perhaps this is my senior year reality check. Maybe I am supposed to grow out of sleepovers, and hanging out with someone everyday of the week. Or maybe I have just come to realize that last year, when I wasn't with Alex, I was with Brandon. Yeah, that thought is somewhat depressive. I only know two things for sure; no matter how much time we spend, or don't spend, together, me and Alex are still great friends, and, Shannon will be home in two weeks, so I will have someone to spend all those empty and odd moments with.
I am also very depressed with the facts that I will not be moving out next year. I am staying home, for sure, and going to U of M Dearborn. Of course, there is nothing wrong with that school, but it's never where I really saw myself. I saw myself walking the streets of some campus with excitement all around, or driving home, and walking up three flights of stairs to my apartment.
My main goal in life right now is to move out. And I have made this painfully clear to my family. I vowed to save my money, and have some start up cash to get out, but we know that wont happen. I suppose my only hope is to be dating a guy with an apartment by the time I turn 18, that way I have somewhere to escape to, like Amber.
Oh my silly dreams.