How does it feel to know that this stranger is out to kill.

I'm curious as to whether or not people recognize my blog titles. They're all songs. Usually the ones that I'm listening to. Michael Jackson will always be my favorite musician. No one can ever take his spot. He was beautiful in mind, body, and soul. He was so strange that it made him interesting. I feel like I can relate with him. I love being so strange that people are genuinely interested in me. I guess that's what makes my life so much fun to live. Well, let's see where we left off last time. I told you all about Curry. I stopped by on my way back from Mobile and met his mother. She loves me almost as much as I love her. She was just too darn cute. Yet another little experience in country heaven. :) He's coming Wednesday to meet my parents. I worry more and more that they think I'm not giving myself enough credit as far as who I date. I guess I understand that they want what's best for me. It's just aggravating because I have to fulfill everyone's standards when I'm only looking to date. I'm not getting married off anytime soon. So, if everyone could chill for about two seconds, that'd be awesome. I leave for Jamaica in less than a month. I got my first Girls State staff letter last night. It seems so surreal that I was there two years ago, scared out of my mind. A lot of things have changed since then. It's odd to see what all is different. I was wearing a promise ring from Caleb and I was dead set on going to Troy. I hate that things ended in high school as badly as they did, but it's okay. I'm getting along quite fine now. I appreciate anyone who actually reads this. I know it has to be taxing on one's sanity. I'm too mature for my own good... I've noticed it more and more lately. I honestly act like I'm at least 10 years older than I really am. Awesome.... not really though...