Happy New Year

I can't believe I'm doing this. Only swooning school girls or Jane Austen characters write in diaries, right? Not me. Sawyer James is too badass for a diary and too lazy for New Year's Resolutions.

And yet...

What the heck. I'll give it a shot. At least I'm not talking out loud to myself. That would be worse. My mom's aunt was locked in a padded room after she was caught talking to herself. I never met her, but legend has it that Aunt Sylvia thought she was hearing God's voice talking to her. If you ask me, that's not such a terrible offense.

Anyway, back to me. Sawyer Elizabeth James. 17 years and 1 day old. Likes snappy comebacks, cheeseburgers, and older guys. Hates reality television, salads, and pep rallies. Wants to be a superhero when she grows up. Wishes that her best friend hadn't moved away two weeks ago. Dreams that maybe one day she'll get to move away, too.