Sitting in Morgan's room, it's beginning to dawn on me that the new year is arriving. We leave behind all that we've accomplshed in 2009 and bring it to 2010. Sometimes, I don't feel like moving ahead because of the struggles that I know are coming. But you know...what do ya do? This is probably the only time I get to hear fireworks on streets. And I don't drink, so I can remember this night. Although there was something in the ice cream we ate :-) I hate to see the passing of the winter seasons because it mean that we'll be having more humidity and cloudy skies. I really wanted to see the sun more often here. "Sunshine state" my ass. I wish I could be bunndled up like this forever.

I wish I could hold on to this cold and blue skies forever. It's hard to enjoy it when you know it's not gonna last. Maybe for a couple days or so. But anyway, I found the perfect color to paint my room and it's coming along quite nicely. While cleaning out some dusty folders, I found some hidden treasures from middle school and younger. Pictures...notes...journals. I have to say, I was completely self-absorbed and materialistic back then. Always about someone else or gossip like that. Not to say that I've changed at all...maybe just a bit more in focus of the more important things.

PRIME PRIME PRIME! Is that all anyone ever thinks about? Prime numbers, prime ribs, prime what-ever! Prime seems so perfect. So hard to get to. Evens are where it's at. It's simple, elegant, and lovely.

"Do you like scary movies?"

Why yes. Yes I do.

I keep remembering that one time in middle school our "group" went to go see Across the Universe. I can't remember the exact seating chart, but it was Me, Rozzelle, Gretchen, Crystal, Dawson, Cody, Desiree, Ally, Robert, Nikita....maybe eric? Gosh. Sorry If i excluded anyone, but wow. What a day that was. And probably one of the best.

Today I decided to watch one of my favorite old cartoons, Code Lyoko. Although the lines are cheesy, the plot line is a little shabby, and since it's french, the characters words doesn't match up with their lips, it's still fun to watch.

Hoping to find an answer, I look to my past. I can't help but keep this protective shield over my-self. It keeps the emotion in and the good feelings out. So pretty much, I'm just a huge mess. And apparently, I'm a bad influence.

Dear hd t.v

Your not leading anyone one. He just doesn't get it. Just remember the date. Remember the date.

I wish I could write plays like the greek. Years and years after I'm dead, high schoolers are going to be deciphering my words. If only....

When I look around at people, i always wonder why they do certain things. Why did you say that when you know its wrong? Sure you look cool, but was it worth it? Why did you wear that? Were you going for comfortble and casual? Did you lose a bet? All questions my mind doesn't allow me to answer. Which leads me to ask, do you really know who you're talking to?

I want to stop myself from talking, but the words flow out like polluted water.

Our old chorus class. Beast.

Feeling nostalgic never felt so painful. I wish we could go back to the days when we never smoked or never cared what other people thought about what we do. It's hard to keep up an image, you know? Why not just do and feel in the moment? God. Fuck everyone! Really! It's hard enough to survive in high school, but you all are just adding to the shit on top of other shit piled on more shit that just is.....is....unnecessary! Please...Can't we just act like we used to and give each other piggy back rides while we scream random phrases at passing cars? Or maybe make ice cream sundaes and sit outside and enjoy the night. The past has a lot to do with it.

Stone Pit

For some reason, I've been really tired lately. I went to go to the doctors to see what's up and more than anything, they told me I lost 5 pounds in the last 6 months. From an healthy 115 to a risky 110. Esh. One of the nurses told me that was a gift. Although, I was reading it as more of a curse. Whatever. Maybe it's my body's way of telling me "Get in shape you loser!!" If so, my body is smarter than I give it credit for. 4th period has never been more exciting. 40 steps started to play from Hudlie's phone and the WHOLE class started coughing. Now that's one rule of teens I agree with, even though it didn't really help. I think I'm gonna miss my 4th hour class more than any of my other classes when the semester changes. But anyway, the party is actually coming together quite nicely within the time we had. Poor Tyler and Jon are going to be the only guys there. Sorry awkward kid in photo. Crystal's cake is Triple Chocolate and Mine is Vanilla. Than made me smile a little. Still don't know what I'm going to wear. Jeans and a Tee? Maybe I'll try to look for a purple hoodie. I've been looking for one of those after listening to Cobra Starship. Good stuff.

I'm so excited about the rest of this week!

Thurday: Checking out Tyler's fire pit for the party (December 12th. YES!) and Gretchen might be giving out invites to the party. And (to my delight) dollar tree decoration shopping with Hudlie.

Friday: Girlscouts at Walmart picking out gifts for the Children Home Society. And waiting on a interesting text. As well, "Light Up Cooper City."

Saturday: More decoration shopping and cake shopping with Crystal and the gang.

Sunday: Kaylee is dying my hair (Jet black with red streaks) and searching the mall for the perfect V-neck.

A lot of things can happen in one period. Damn I need to calm down.

Starting to plan mine and crystals combined sweet 16 parties...which should be interesting. I mean, we don't even have a date for it yet. Ah. But it's gonna be great, even if we only end up sleeping over my house and watching movies and talking for hours.

Thanksgiving was pretty sweet as well. The family was together (and Tyler for dessert). We all chowed down my my dad heavenly food that he worked all morning to make. The turkey (which was 17 pounds. WOW!) was delicious and cooked to perfection. Unfortunately, the newly weds were still on their honeymoon, so we had 2 chairs missing. Happy news! They are going to be here today for a little bit! But before that happens, Emily, Karina, and I are going to see New Moon in the new theater in Davie. Even though I'm a little over Twilight now, I feel like I HAVE to see it just to see it, ya know? Well, I'll let you know how it goes.

A wonderful morning it is, you know? And of course, I'm awake to see it. School has drastically changed my sleeping schedule, so I'm up at 7 everyday. And of now, I'm going to see how long I can go without watching T.V. Hope that works out well actually.

My weekend. My sister (the beautiful one in the white dress) got married to the equally as beautiful (man in the suit) her college crush, Harold Sherwood ...something... the third. So tearful all of us were. I started to think about, when one of us gets married, are we going to be the nostalgic best friends booty dancing during the reception? Yes. At least, I hope so. :-) Me, being the vain little girl with the camera, decided to take as many pictures despite people's "Ew. MY HAIR!!" or "Isn't that enough for now?" Ha...No.

So, since I'm lazy and can't write in my journal, here it goes. School. Yuck. After-school. Yum. The 5 of us finally got together in an epic....thing. But uh, we started at Gretchen's house and migrated toward wal-mart, where we run across what seemed to be a Satan worshiper picking up horror movies and saying "Satan approves" and everything. It was definitely awkward. So, the sunset was so beautiful tonight. The pink and yellow just melted into the blue. I had to take pictures ;-) Sitting in Gretchen's pick-up truck, we chatted about recent happenings while Crystal, Hudlie, and Rozzelle chowed down on some subway sandwich. I looked up and saw that the stars had disappeared. It kinda reminded me of friends. Ha. How clique. It's just, I feel so lucky and blessed to have such an amazing group of friends. And I never thought I really deserved them...after everything that's happened over the years. Oh yeah, to interrupt the tender moment, I beat up a shopping cart. It felt good. I think I won :-) But to get back to this, we stepped into Gretchen's room and sat in the dark. Something about being hidden just brought out the weird and possibly revealing side of all of us. Holding hands with Rozzelle on Gretchen's bed (please people) was so..there was a moment. Where she told me that holding hands with someone, you feel the particles crash against your hand and it begins to go numb...and that was the greatest feeling in the world. I totally agree. Talking about the future was something I try not to do very often, but it helps to talk with people who really understand. Me and Rozzelle and Hudlie planned to watch the sunset roadside one of these days. I will make sure that happens.

So lately, my life has been friendsorenemes.com. And on the group I made for poetry, me and this girl I recognized from the old FOE have been exchanging beautiful poems. Here's a tidbit of some of our work:

thesefairytales :Writing these tears to a tune I cant forget. Broken up & broken in pieces, this screen just wont let me go. Toast to the stars with suit & tie kisses these wishes can never sound the same. Growing old & getting younger except for in my bones. Searching out the faults of yesterday & where today went wrong, cuz there's some things tomorrow just cant give us. A story of sighs & glass ball eyes, always awake & never with the ones I need to know. Seashell songs missing out on everything these ears just cant reach.

The Boogyman: Pale eyes sleeping inside dark circles, when will this insomnia end? Flashes from camera embed into the minds of inspiring teens wanting to make it big. Bigger than the small town that hinders creativity and running space. Walking next to a man with a black brief case, it's apparent we are all dead. Stuffed into a business man's private life. All over. Feather touches and light brushes across the shoulder spark a sense of desire into hormonal humans. Touch me, feel me. I can't wait to drown under 5 too-heavy-for-summer blankets just to escape. Sun dresses and sun burns are the highlight of a schedule-free calender. Click, click of the computer screen across your eyes. Everyone sees you. So I lay here, short of breath, hoping soon, my lungs take a vacation.

Please feel better Hudlie. We all miss you and wish you a full recovery. Photo has been lonely without you sitting next to me.

Thoughts lingering in the back of my mind:

Did that girl really walk backwards in effect from the Swine Flu shot?
Are Jon and Tyler my best friends?
Gosh french stinks.
Acoustic songs lull me to sleep.
I love face paint.
My mom is the greatest woman on the face of the Earth.
High schoolers are very enthusiastic about the end of the world.
I had a lot more tears left in me than I thought.
Last year has everything to do with it.
Waldo can do anything.
My sisters getting married in 3 weeks.
I miss my family.
I have poor oral hygiene.
Pink is okay.
I'm self-fish.
I secretly hate everything.
You-Know-Who makes me want to gag.
Maybe I want to be Harry Potter.
I don't care who you are or what your situation is, you have no reason to smoke or drink.
~Actually, it's kinda fun watching you waste away.

Always a lingering shadow, never disappearing in the sunlight.

Bullying, in any form, is really harmful to anyone. Yeah....sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me...whatever. Words are be thrown like stick and stones at you. Breaking you. 5th grade is where everyone, including the boys, find out about their body and how everything works..and It's really uncomfortable time. As well, this day and age, we have a weight issue with some of our population. It's cruel when little boys and girls go picking at the kids with insecurities. Maybe they are a little overweight. And yeah, maybe some have pimples here and there. It's horrible how cruel children can be. You see, this is how eating disorders come from. They come from the bullies picking on the kids with weight problems. If your not stick thin, your not accepted. That's the message we send to our kids. That's the role models we put on television and movies for our kids to look up to and strive to be like. And let me just tell you, bones are not an attractive look.

Ah Halloween. After a stressful morning of making plans, everything was set. I was a rainbow, Gretchen was a ringmaster, Crystal was a snake butterfly thing, and Rozzelle was...well...uh..something involving string. Although my candy quota was less than last year, It was still amazing. Starting off in my 'hood, we were just above the height and age limit, so we transferred to Embassy (not before trying some homemade ghost brownies and cookies) Approaching a house with a candy bowl, Crystal and I stopped little boys from stealing all of it. "Children PLEASE!" Crystal bellowed. We can proceeded to gallop towards them. They tried to imitate us, but failed. 10:10 movie of Cirque Du Freak. Well, a lot happened in that theater that will remain hidden in the vault. But the movie was average. All in all, it was a pretty fantastic day.

I swear to God..this morning, while I was taking exedrin, my glass of water started to chirping. Maybe I am getting Swine Flu.

Tonight, I heard what was probably the best rendition of "Remembering Sunday" by All Time Low. Singing sweetly to myself when the girl next to me sung a note higher, I felt we were unintentionally harmonizing. It was so beautiful. I want to transfer to Archbishop McCarthy now. The people there are rockin'.

I sit and stare silently at the sunrise, waiting for it to stimulate my senses.

I thInk I'vE AgEd sO much thIs pAst wEEk. FrOm bEIng An Old lAdy tO wEArIng my fAvOrItE pair of DC boxers (sorry marvel fans). But anyway!, So excited for homecoming tomorrow. Gonna break-out the never old black dress and a pair of "not to high" high heels. Maybe take some serious pictures...and those pictures I'll look back when I'm 40 and question my sanity. I probably should have gone to the game tonight...being that it IS the tradition...but It just didn't feel right. Last year, we (me and Jessica) painted the muscular chest of Haas and the skinny chest and Summers. Oh yeah! and Chan got in on the action as well. Things felt off this year and I didn't want to ruin the memory by trying to relive it. Possibly Sunday, going over Gretchen's house to paint masks and watch Edward Scissor hands.

Alcohol hangovers, the feeling of regret, bad breath, and rotting lungs are nothing compared to marshmallow hangovers, the feeling of freedom, milk mustaches, and breathing in the moment.

I have never been more excited to wear a mustache more tomorrow than I ever have been.

Sorry about this!

Ugh..god. I'm about to blog about my day. I thought I would never do this, but I can't write another word today. So, lunch was amazing. Your drug free club (what a joke!) held sign-ups at lunch....ALONG WITH A DJ AND PEOPLE DANCING!! What's better than that (pie?) But anyway, me the Thea ,and this new girl I met, Jasmin were dancing near the tree...and omg. That was the best. I really like Jasmin. Like, she's a cool girl. I've been meaning to branch out to new people outside my usual bunch. Not that there's anything wrong with them. Hell, they're the best people I've ever met. Maybe I'm just letting my negativity get to me, but I feel a pattern in my day. I sit at the same table, with the same chatter, and leave for the class the exact time everyday. I think I'm gonna try to get to know Thea and Jasmin as best I can (if they like me as well). And probably the cool kid behind me in French (no, no. Not that cool kid).

Eyes, heavy as a boulder, threatened to consume her. Striving to stay awake, afraid to fall asleep. Through the 4 cotton sheets, she is cold. Her head turns left....then right. The left again, making sure she was alone. Unfortunately, she was. Her attention focused to the empty space next to her, wondering if she's enjoying his company. And then, with a force unknown to her, she glided to the window. The whole skyline was introduced to her sleepy eyes. Closing her eyes, she imagined being part of that skyline. Feeling the early morning fog on her everyday. The humidity imbedding itself onto her skin. Catching the distinct scent of people passing. Tasting the emotion thick in the air from heated arguments to passionate embraces happening on the sidewalk or within her walls. Her cursed God for making her this flimsy human with these needs and thoughts that only caused trouble. Her delicate fingers lifted the window in a such a fashion that it would incease the suspension. Her right leg stepped out first. Then her left. Soon, her whole self dangled outside of her 23rd floor apartment building. Tears fell fast to the ground, and she wondered if anyone could fell them. Or if they just felt like raindrops. Her still sleepy eyes closed and she felt safe. Not like when they were open. Thoughts floated around in her head like balloons, popping every once in a while. She took one last breath and she was falling. And to her wishes, she soon became part of the skyline.

Gretchen's version of  "Our Song" by Taylor Swift. Kitty Style.

"Our song is slamming cat doors, sneaking out late scratching on your windows. When we're MEOWing, we meow rrreeaalll slow, cause it's late and your owner don't know."


Dedicated to my good friend the Ginger Kitty Cat.

It's really alarming how people can just drop friends like hot potatoes. Let me explain; We spend about 80% of our lives being adults and having to constantly worry about things going on. In that span of time, we lose our creativity and what it means to have fun. So, in the 20% of innocence we have, it's being wasted on studying on school and stressing over the next text or what we're gonna be wearing for this or that. Then, we watch the sunset, and ask ourselfs where the day went and is it ever going to come back. We never treasure each kiss anymore. We only crave sex and pleasure. We never appriciate the advances in medicine, only abuse the substances because it's the new "thing." You think you know someone, until they stab you and turn they're back agaisnt you, leaving you helpless in cruel world. Your probably wondering that this relates to friends. I had a friend once. We were pretty close for the most part. We hung out and did stupid, silly things together and, for once, I felt at peace with life. But then, she dropped me. And I fell hard. For no reason what-so-ever, we are no longer friends. We still slightly talk, but it's not the same. And it seemed really easy for her. And that's so heartbreaking to see. But then you find someone, who's pretty great and you think "She/He's a keeper." Lets just hope that's true.

We all, whether we admit to it or not, do embarrasing things when no ones watching. We all have picked our nose or picked at a wedge at some time or another. It just human. Natural. It really bothers me when people believe they are above humanity and can deny ever doing something humiliating. Its like, get over it! And also, when people believe they can get away with everything. Like, people are just gonna comtinue to chase them if they screw-up. Purposely screw-up. Oh no. No, no, no.

I imagine, when I'm nearing 80 or so, I'll still be taking peace pictures in the mirror and riding in shopping carts. At least, I hope so.

Every time you cut, a little piece of my heart dies. Every time you fight, it's like you punched me right in the gut. Every time you talk to me, I want to run away and never come back.

We all have that one song that, right when we're ready to start World War 3, soothes the beast within. This song sends ecstacy running thorugh your veins and your heart slows down a little. You feel like your as free as a cloud and that there's nothing to worry about.You close your eye and embrace as the song holds you and warmly whispers "No one can harm you."

Dear 8th grade me,

You fucked up big time.

Sincerely yours,
10th grade me.

Today, Tyler was wearing a short sleeve shirt under a long sleeve shirt under a short sleeve shirt. Enough said.

Watching "Skins" at Rozelle's house is my new past time. And possibly roof dancing. Whoever it was that screamed Gretchen's name (or was possibly overcome by a chicken spirit) please come clean. WE ARE SEARCHING FOR YOU! But seriously, Sunday and Saturday were 2 of the best days I've had in a long time. From realizing everything in Gretchen's room is 3-D to Me, Crystal, and Rozzelle attacking Gretchen with our Cloak of Invisibility. Same thing next weekend guys?

One of the best conversations I've ever had about hair.

[21:15] SkllngtnXxx: JAXOB!
[21:15] SkllngtnXxx: JACOB!
[21:15] sandielm4: ARIEL!
[21:16] SkllngtnXxx: Sorry. I did not mean that one X. Purely accidental.
[21:16] sandielm4: Jaxob sounds kinda cool, i like it
[21:16] SkllngtnXxx: How would even say it though? Lol
[21:17] SkllngtnXxx: Would the X be silent?
[21:17] sandielm4: i think like jacksob
[21:17] SkllngtnXxx: Ha. You sound German or something Eurpoean.
[21:17] sandielm4: well people do say i look german
[21:18] SkllngtnXxx: Really? Hmm. I see you as more Like, Hawaiian or something.
[21:18] sandielm4: how so?
[21:18] sandielm4: im pale as well.. not hell
[21:20] SkllngtnXxx: Well, some Hawaiians can be pale. Like, my cousin had lived in Florida his whole life and is as pale as a ghost. It's weird.
[21:20] sandielm4: but how am i like that
[21:22] SkllngtnXxx: I don't know!! Gosh. It's just kinda what I see you like if you were foreign. Like, mostly it's your hair. Lol. Sorry I keep going back to this, but it's like that stereotypical surfer hair.
[21:22] SkllngtnXxx: And your deep voice.
[21:23] sandielm4: awesome literally everywhere i go one of three compliments come up "you have amazing hair!" "you're so big for [insert current age]!" "you look like you should be skateboarding or something!"
[21:24] SkllngtnXxx: Ha! That's fantastic! Do random people just say that?
[21:24] sandielm4: yes xD
[21:25] sandielm4: today we had pictures for our id tags incase we do something bad, and the photographer said the third one, and a few days ago my friends mom, whom i had never met before said the second
[21:26] SkllngtnXxx: Oh wow. Your a wanted man. Lol.
[21:27] sandielm4: it makes me feel really good about myself
[21:28] SkllngtnXxx: Yay! Happy Jacob! It's better than a coma Jacob Just messing with you. I can just imagine, if you ever cut your hair, like, an asteriod'll hit the earth and kill us all. Totally apocalyptic.
[21:29] sandielm4: well then we've been hit by an asteroid two or three times now
[21:29] sandielm4: but then again my hair was never this long
[21:30] SkllngtnXxx: And now, your hair will reflect the asteriods and all man-kind will be saved!
[21:32] sandielm4: hahaha, nice, i never knew these golden curls would be that important
[21:33] SkllngtnXxx: It's important to know what kind of supernatural power your hair posses.
[21:33] sandielm4: first being sexy, second being able to reflect an asteroid that should kill the human race
[21:36] SkllngtnXxx: Yes sir. That's it. So remember, you cut your hair, we all die. (gives evil eye)
[21:37] sandielm4: pssh id never cut my hair, i look more like a girl when i pull my hair back (and by assumption when it's short)
[21:39] SkllngtnXxx: I don't remember your hair short. You look like a medieval knight. It's really great. Next time we hang out, I will straighten your hair. I SWEAR ON MY....uh....I SWEAR ON MY CATS GRAVE I WILL!!!
[21:40] sandielm4: i have straightened it, i dont like it much
[21:40] sandielm4: though i anticipate the day i can flip my hair back off my forehead and have an actual mideval kinda look
[21:41] SkllngtnXxx: Ha. Like, a super slow-mo kinda think were your hair flips tenderly in the wind as your running down the beach or something. Your golden locks flowing in the wind. Just imagine that.
[21:41] sandielm4: i can be the white slash!
[21:42] SkllngtnXxx: White slash?
[21:42] sandielm4: slash, the guitarist
[21:43] SkllngtnXxx: Ah. I see. Oh my. His hair is ridiculous. Lol. I was thinking a blonder version of David Hasselhoff. But you know, a guitarist sounds more your type.Lol
[21:44] sandielm4: Actually, if you look up the bassist of velvet revolver, i think he has my hair but longer
[21:45] SkllngtnXxx: Is your hair seriously that curly?
[21:47] sandielm4: it's really curly, to the point that a few friends of mine enjoy sticking their fingers in each curl
[21:47] SkllngtnXxx: Sausage Curls! That's so cute!
[21:47] SkllngtnXxx: You beautiful curly man.
[21:48] sandielm4: i love how hair can be such a stimulating conversation topic
[21:50] SkllngtnXxx: What else are we to talk about? I mean, we're teenagers. All we really talk about anyway is balls and what we missed in math class.
[21:51] sandielm4: i got 104% on my last math quiz not as good as hair i must say
[21:51] SkllngtnXxx: Math <>
[21:52] sandielm4: but when combined, it allows me to be a hawt nerd
[21:52] sandielm4: i just said hawt, hehe
[21:53] SkllngtnXxx: Lol. Brains and beauty and your freaking tall. What a deadly combination.
[21:53] sandielm4: this positive thinking is making my self confidence selfdestructivly high
[21:55] SkllngtnXxx: Well Jacob, I'm not gonna sit here and bag on you. Gosh! Lol. And now that your all fired up and your hair is all curly and lovely...WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO NOW?!
[21:56] sandielm4: im gonna uhhhh..... talk to people using the suave i learned from jessica, abi, becca and logan and do it with loud confidence i learned from you!
[21:57] SkllngtnXxx: I have no clue who those random girls are or why you got smooth-talking lessons from them...But sounds like a plan! Lol. Go out there and show those girls that you fired up, your available, and yes, this is your real hair!
[21:59] sandielm4: HAHAHAHA, it wasnt really lessons, but practice, and i'll do that , i wish we could all combine our friends into one school so we knew who was talking about who
[22:01] SkllngtnXxx: Oh my god. Mass chaos would shortly follow. So, your getting smooth-talking practice with girls? Hmm. That's kinda hilarious. I mean, have you getten' any girls using it yet?
[22:02] sandielm4: no, i cant use social awkwardness as an excuse for a lack of relationships, its more of im too lazy
[22:04] SkllngtnXxx: Blah. But being lazy is a poor excuse as well. Some girls dig the super awkward guys. You gotta use what ya got to get what you want...if that makes sense. Be like, "Hey! My name is Jacob and I am an awkward teenage boy and my hair is fantastic!"

"Today is Pregnant"

Out of everything I've ever heard in my life, this struck a huge cord in my pattern. It's simple, it's profound, and from the best show since "Hey Arnold!"


~Rozzelle, you are a modern day philosophical genius.

Support the Arts!! (or the sweaty kids in trying to perform in it)

Well, my feet are tingling and my heart is racing, and yet, I've never felt better. I have a feeling that this show is gonna rock. Come out a see it at the end of the month. It's gonna shred.

When I listen to the freshman, i think back and ask myself "Were we like that?" And before I answer "No", I remember, as much as I hate to admit it, we were.

I prefer the silent comedians.

Drama Llama

Finally! I worked up the courage to audition for the play. Dancing with Jerel, even for 1 hour, is a hoot! Beach, beach party! So excited...I'm going to Rozzelle's house for practice and possibly balloons tomorrow (and if i'm lucky, some roof action) That's only if I beg. ;-)

Rozzelle: Whats the most awkward thing you can put in your pants?

Ally and Me: Cheese

The Beatles Anthology.

It's about fricking time.

I've realized not all moments have to be filled with noise. Especially when your teacher's trying to be funny at 8 in the morning.

The first day blues. Another year of high school comes and goes. Literally just flew by my eyes! I'm really hoping that this year goes more swimmingly than last year. Homecoming is gonna be a knock-out. Halloween is gonna be wicked. And Photo is gonna be beautiful. I definitely talked to some pretty awesome people today, reconnected with others, and avoided lots. And apparently, everyone got bangs.
This girl in English has the same shoes as me. Emily is her name. Sweet shoes is her game. I love it when these things happen.

Sophomore year, here I come.

I know what my problem was this summer. I've been trying to figure out why I didn't want to hang out with anyone. It wasn't the people. The people are amazing. It wasn't the location (however boring it may be) It was the fact that I was so scared they wouldn't have fun with me, I isolated myself in order for them to have a better summer. And I missed out on what could have been the greatest summer ever...*sigh* Trying to stuff everything in this last week seems like a desperate last resort. So, I'll just see what the school year brings along. Wow. I just realized how vain and self-absorbed I sound right now. It's sucks that it's true.