Holy jeeze, it's hot out. Still. It's 7:30, and it's 89 degrees. Hot. Hot. Heat ( Read more... )

I love parties. I really do. I love seeing everyone, I love people talking, I love playing host, even if it makes me frantic, and I spend less time with people than I should. I still love it ( Read more... )

What did I end up doing today?

Well, I made meringue, and shaved Dan's legs.
( ewwww )

The skin on my hands on my palms hurts so bad that I just want to rip it all off, but I shouldn't, and I can't. Rowing takes my mind off everything else, because it requires so much total concentration- square, feather, bring it in high, stay together, power strokes, bow pair, stern six- commands floating all around my head and it takes every ounce ( Read more... )

I won't say it was the greatest twenty-one and a half hours of my life continuously spent awake, but it was a hell of a way to end. I suppose the spree of feelings had really started the day before, so that's where I will begin my ( tale... )

The paucity of thought is both the salvation and the bane of my existence.

Bailey shin-digs rock my socks. That scavenger hunt was the best idea ever.

Closing I-35N, however, is the worst idea ever.

I have been awake for less than 12 hours today.

Goodbye.

So I just hit that point where I realized high school's ending.

Sorry it took so long,.

Sometimes, I hate the weekends.

I hate not knowing what to say, or how to feel.

It's just easier to be empty. Perfect, blissfull, unawareness.

I will always be your friend.

I really want to go play piano until my fingers hurt.

So Much More than that, I want you to know that youare so gorgeous.

Yes, all of you.