h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Well, it is now Spring Break of my senior year of high school. I feel like I'm in an adventure movie, and this is the time of relaxation and
thoughtfulness before taking on the final mission. I never really do a whole lot of crazy stuff on Spring Break. (I'm saving that for
college.) I'm gonna hang out with my friends and finish writing the backs of my senior pictures. Then the rest of the year will go a flash. The week I go back is prom week. After that we will be finishing up our classes and preparing for graduation. This is it. It's almost over. I don't want it to end yet. But then again, I am eager to start a new life, away from the troubles of home, and shape my life. But half of me wants to be a kid again, or at any rate, to go back to the begining of this school year. I think I have more most people my age, and they are mostly regrets of what I never did than of do. When I get on this train of thought I feel really old, and I just want to go back. But then I think about all the good things that came
from bad things in my life. For example, I was really bad in the first half of my school years, and I got sent to a correctional school for
almost two years. It sucked there, but not only did I get myself straightened out with the help of the Mrs. Benish, the world's greatest teacher's aide, I also met Roger there. Roger has been one of my closest friends since 6th grade (5th for him) and I have countless
wonderful memories with him. If it wasn't for being sent there, I would have never met him. It seems like most of my worst problems
were caused by factors out of my control: being born to a mother that I just can't get along with at all, having my father die to
cancer before my 16th birthday, all of these things were unavoidable. As for my lack of social experience (getting out), I've been correcting that this year, and will continue to make up for my lost years throughout college. So my regrets aren't the real reason for my
sadness at this time. Rather, it is fear of the future and mourning the end of the only life I've known all these years. If anyone actually reads my journals, I apologize for constantly droning on about the same things, but they are always on my mind.

Web update: I applied to be a writer for the writing section of Elfwood, a huge website for amauter fantasy and sci-fi artists and writers. (www.elfwood.com) Acceptance is pretty much automatic, but they make you go through an aproval process anyways, so I'm waiting to be notified. Ever since I left Floor 42, which seems like ages ago, I missed that sense of an online community. H2G2 is cool, but it's easy to get lost in the system. Even though elfwood is even larger than h2g2, it is much more personal for the artists and writers, because they are part of the artist/writer community as well as being constantly commented on by visitors, many of whom are regulars. Nothing can replace floor 42, but it will fill in a gap in my life. I'm disappointed that no one signed up for the HVS yet, even though a posted a notice in the old thread for the vegetarian article. But I
won't be discouraged yet. I'm looking to get a few members, and then I will bring the society to the attention of Peta so she can put it on Peta's Picks (or whatever they're going to call it now). I really should write some more articles, but I haven't had the motivation for it. Finally, I'm looking forward to the approval of my Dante article. It's already been edited by the second editor!