Well said, Justin Timberlake. I can barely function, much less breathe.  Isn't school supposed to get easier as the year comes to an end?  Finals are rapidly approaching, senior projects are due, I have a shakespeare presentation on monday, and finals are coming up.  Of course, school isn't the real stress (is it ever?).  I think it's just an accumulation of everything.  In three days Jeff Courts, one of the most amazing people I know, is leaving for the Air Force.  We got a Jamba juice together a few days ago; just to talk about what he's going to be doing, say goodbye and all that stuff.  I've known the kid for years, but we weren't that close or anything.  He dropped me off, with a promise to write me about basic training (since we're in the same boat; I'll be going to Texas July 6th).  After we hugged goodbye, I pulled back, kind of cupping the back of his neck in my hands for a minute, trying to think of something deep and profound to say.  But all I could think was "this could be the last time you ever see him."  So I just stood there for a minute; memorizing.  His smile.  His eyes.  The way he can just sit there, in your palms, so completely comfortable, and it's not sexual at all, just goodbye.  And I felt myself getting all bleary eyed, so I laughed to get rid of the lump in my throat.  I think I rambled something about seeing him again before he leaves, but we both know that's not going to happen.  He has to deal with family, and closer friends, and the whatnot.  I'm just some goofy kid who happens to know him by a complex maze of relations through other people.  But I felt connected, if only because we're doing the same thing, and it's scary and exiting and overwhelming at the same time.  I see him getting ready to leave, trying not to freak out, and I know that's me in seven weeks.  Seven weeks!  It might as well be seven seconds, and there's so much more to do before that short breath of time is over.  I have to take my SAT's.  I know.  Slacker to the max.  But it has to be done before I graduate, so I can actually go to college, have a future, all that nonsense.  So I'm studying from my SAT book, feeling like a Junior, and wishing it wasn't so time consuming. I take it June 6th, which is a month before I leave, so I won't really have any relaxing time until after I've graduated from Basic Training, and I don't know if I will even then.  But like I said, school is really more of an afterthought in the scheme of things.  I know this is going to come out completely shallow and spoiled sounding but...well I'm stressing about Prom next week.  I rented a dress, as I do for nearly every dance, and tonight I found out that it's been double booked.  And guess who gets screwed out of her dream dress?  yep.  That's right.  And it sucks because it was perfect too...neon green and totally ridiculous.  I walked into the dress shop and it was love at first sight.  Now it's the week before my most important dance in high school, and I have no dress.  Plus, the kid I'm going with is just about perfect.  No joke.  I just about laughed/cried when he asked me.  He's absolutely gorgeous, and totally doesn't know it too, which I love.  In addition to which, he's super athletic, has amazing grades, and dresses like he's in an Abercrombie and Fitch Catalog.  Add the fact that he's nice to everyone, and goes out of his way to make people feel special....I just wanted everything to be perfect for this night.  I'm seriously considering busting out the t-shirt and jeans, being totally irrational, and running away to Mexico.  All I want to do is grab my surfboard, a couple of friends, a sleeping back, and camp on the beach for a couple of weeks, not having to worry about anything but how good or bad the waves are.  And I know all this doesnt sound like a lot, but when you already are dealing with a ton of stuff (see previous entries),  it's the little things that can make or break you.  I really don't want to freak out about everything, and I think im doing a good job so far.  But Justin is right.  It's definitely getting harder and harder to breathe