weird weekend

went shopping all day yesterday - found my grad dress! that made me a vair happy gal. still didn't help the fact that i was congested as a bastard all day, though. i took like 5 dayquil and still ended up going through 2 boxes of tissues.
i found out throughout the day yesterday that a growing number of my friends were getting sick; 5 of them were stricken after we had hung out the previous night. i wasn't worried, i just kinda hoped that we'd all be better for graduation. then today i get the news that andrea has the flu and isn't being allowed to attend grad per the health department. i feel so awful - '09 would not be '09 without that girl's work. melissa, yesenia and i battled through a number of obstacles just so we could end up on her lawn tonight at 10 pm, wielding candles, posterboards, ice cream, a balloon, and a flower, all in an attempt to cheer her up.


now here i am, less than a day before i'm due to officially become a college freshman. i wish i could say i'm thinking big, important thoughts about the future and the rapidly approaching responsibility that will be expected of me. i'm not. i'm looking forward, no doubt .. but just towards the next 24 hours.

class day & after

prom

hypocrisy

can you guys all knock it off please.

diablo

tonight was a mess on all sorts of levels.

Just the smell of the summer can make me fall in love.

Happy Birthday Dad ♥

the beginning of the end

t-minus 12 hours until my stats final begins; t-minus ten days til i'm outta school. holla

I think if someone were to ask me right now what I wanted most in the world, I'd surprise myself. I wouldn't answer with graduation or summertime or college. I'd choose to go back to England. I miss stealing wifi from the Bombay Brassierie. I miss the weather; crisp and chilly, with the subtle promise of warmer days. I miss the museums, shops, tours, plays, and seemingly limitless activities any day, any time. I miss the colloquialisms, the style, the history, the majesty, the BBC, everything.
It's a deep seeded internal yearning to get back to London as quickly as I can. I don't know why. Especially now, so suddenly, with so much to do and not enough time before the end of high school. I'm tempted to try and pay my way along with Kathy sometime over the summer; realistically, that's not financially possible for an 18 year old with no job, but I suppose I can always hold out hope?

Dear Gabby,

Sorry about your hair.

I was so anxious that I wouldn't get enough sleep before the ap test that I haven't been able to get enough sleep before the ap test. Drats.

pps

ps

softball studying studying studying softball some more studying and some more softball. my life is wicked boring lately. spice it up for me

"We are all . . . just vessels through which identities pass: we are lent features, gestures, habits, then we hand them on. Nothing is our own. We begin in the world as anagrams of our antecedents."