peace out chhs

I just got crazy nostalgic.

It should be summer so everyone can be tan and pretty.

The people on the board of admissions at Northwestern were definitely high off their asses when they wrote the supplement to the common app.

"If you could pose for a formal oil portrait in the style of Hans Holbein's The Ambassadors, what possessions would surround you and why?"

What the fuck is this?

I love how this year, Thanksgiving consisted of five hours of a bunch of jewish people drinking and repeatedly asking me where I am going to college.

Only was the day complete when cousin Robert fell into a deep slumber on our living room sofa. His snoring could be heard through all of Croton.

I just can't deal with teachers who are deaf.

I will punch you in the face, Doug Young.

I'm giving in all of my recommendation envelopes tomorrow and the only stamps we have left are of Curious George, Maisy, and the very hungry caterpillar. I think it's pretty much safe to say that I have reached joke status.

My Grandpa just called to invite my family to my aunt's garage sale...they live in Illinois.
Sometimes I think he forgets that we're on the East coast.

Ok, so even though it was mostly a harrowing experience, I might be a teeny bit sad that the play is over. Actually, I'm just sad that I don't get to wear dramatic 40's make-up every day of my life. Maybe I'll start a new trend.

All I can say is who's looking forward to Cymbeline??? ME!!

I love how the silverware at Umami(I don't know how to make those dotty things on the computer) is all from Ikea.

I also love how every eating establishment in Croton serves Blue Pig M&M ice cream for dessert.

Tonight I spent a good 2 hours polishing knives, forks, and spoons. My arms are monstrously buff.

I can't stop talking like a gangster.

It's embarrassing how all of my "ums" and "likes" have turned into "yooo".