Last night I had a dream that a cheetah, who I thought wanted to eat me, actually wanted to be my friend. So we became friends. And we made music together. And it was pretty good music. Wish I could remember it... Hah haaaaaaaaaa

I'm not going to get a single A this semester, besides music theory (where the average GPA is actually a 4.0... the teacher never gave anyone anything other than As his whole time teaching, so that doesn't even really count). I'll get one B for sure, and I'm lookin at two C's... and one F. Sigh. Cmon, Angie. Get your act together.

Denial. Denial, denial, denial. I refuse to think about what happened that day. Why? Nothing went especially wrong. I'd just rather not think about it. I want to forget it ever happened. But.. I've noticed that I've been having a difficult time praying ever since. I feel like I can't talk to God for some reason. It's like the more I try to block that day out of my mind, I feel like I'm simultaneously, subconsciously blocking Him out too. It's like that feeling you have when you're talking with a close friend, but you're hiding something really important from them. So you distance yourself because you don't want them to find out. It feels so very much like that. But this is getting ridiculous... Even praying for meals is hard.........

Angie, you need to snap out of it. Get it together!