Let us go get the shit kicked out of us by love.

To switch into AP Lit, or not to switch into AP Lit? THAT is the question.

Maybe AP lit would be more work/more fun.. but I don't really feel like I fit in with all of those smart people. Sure, I love listening to them, but I don't feel like one of them.

I think I'm going to dye my hair red.


Harry: Tell me, exactly, how long it is that you've been working here?
Sarah : Two years, seven months, three days and, I suppose, what, two hours?
Harry: And how long have you been in love with Karl, our enigmatic chief designer?
Sarah : Ahm, two years, seven months, three days and, I suppose, an hour and thirty minutes.
Harry : I thought as much.

This weekend was actually fun overall. I'm pretending to ignore certain things, but it was fun despite all of that.
I'm almost done with my bloody homework.

My mom's birthday is this Tuesday. Let's throw her a party. (just kidding)

"A friend is one who knows who you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still gently allows you to grow."

Some way, somehow, some time, some place, I will mean something to someone some day.

My clock is no longer 13 minutes fast.