1/21/07--Just another Sunday

I woke up this morning knowing it was just another Sunday. Why is every day just another day in my mind? Why can't every day be special? What makes a day average and what makes it wonderful? I want days to be wonderful I don't want any of this mediocre bull shit. I want my life to be a life worth living and right now its not. I am a pot smoking, alcohol drinking, over-the-top, sponteniously defiant teenage girl. I want there to be more to my life then that. I want people to look at my life and say, "wow she knew what she was doing," not have them say, "well she didn't have her shit together did she?"