The beginning of my senior year is scary ( Read more... )

I leave this Friday morning at about 6:00 AM ( Read more... )

I honestly really could not be more in love with my life ( Read more... )

So much for keeping up with this.
Life is too busy for my own good.

Seeing Wicked twice in a year makes me happy, by the way.
Good times with the best people.

Another Easter comes. Same candy, same morning routine.
Not quite as happy as usual.

Constant breakups and makeups are wearing me down.

That is all.

I don't know how this snuck up on me. Usually, I'm preparing for this time of year weeks in advance. No, not this year ( Read more... )

If you've never been woken up at 5:00 in the morning, forced to stay home from school on an important day, sent to the doctor, charged $108.25 for about 7 drops of eye medication, and then had to clean your house...

...you're not missing anything.

Someone call me and pull me out of this.

Vandebilt this year is crazy ( Read more... )

Oh, man.
I LOVE Vandebilt.
Although it wasn't a great first day, I can tell it's going to be a fantastic year.

I already love the girls in my PE class.
And my english class is fantasic.

I LOVE senior high lunch, and those kids I eat with.

And I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that maybe relationships aren't so bad.

Marching band is a bitch ( Read more... )

As it turns out, I am not a fan of the beach ( Read more... )