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Written at 2:05 am on Sept. 30, 2004
did i ever mention that i want to be a flight attendant? did i mention in the last entry, that i got my heart stepped on by america west because i went to an open interview, and they decided they didnt even want me to aply? no? well okay, now i have.
Being a flight attendant would be wonderful. I could get away from here. I know i have said it a million times in the past, and then it happened and all i wanted to do was go home. But right now is again one of those times where i just want to leave. I love my friends, but do i really love them that much? i wonder if i love my best friend because she is the coolest thing ever, or i love her because she is the one i hang out with the most. I think it might be the latter.
I love k2 because of all that we have been through together. we arent together anymore, but he is still one of my best friends. but i think i could live without his weekly existance.
I am not sure if there is anyone here that i wouldnt be able to not see once a week. truely i think one of the main people i would miss the most, i dont even see very often and im not even that close too. the purest heart i know, i dont really even talk to.
I could earn money, i could get away for a couple months, i could meet people and grow up. I truely think it would be wonderful.
I think that for me to start afresh, i need to move across the country, not just a couple hours away, that didnt work. i came home every weekend, i didnt make that many new friends, i never tried. I would have to try if i moved to, oh, North Carolina, Michigan, Tennesee. Something. it would be so good for me.