hannah came over with donna and we sat outside and talked.. it was nice. �we also talked to andy, who lives downstairs, for a while. �he took a bunch of sod and put it all over the floor of his bathroom, so it looks like a perfect lawn, with a toilet and bathtub on top. �it's very surreal. �i need to go take some pictures before the grass dies.

there has been too much drama lately. �why can't people just be honest? �although, i decided in 7th grade when i first had my heart broken (or so i thought at the time) that i would rather be miserable about a boy than have a boring life. �i guess i thought that my life up until when i first kissed a boy had been pointless and boring.

sometimes i feel like my life is just beginning.  i wonder if i'll always feel that way.  nothing ever gets old to me.  i'm constantly amazed by the tiniest things, it's so overwhelming.  i feel like if you locked me in a room with one flower i would start crying from the beauty.  if life is a drug, i have a very low tolerence to it.  in a good way.