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.