It's a little childish and stupid, but so is high school.

A picture in 365 slices. Each slice is one day of the year.

I should be writing an essay for a scholarship on why I am unique. But I would much rather write something here.

I had a really weird dream Saturday morning, which I wasn't going to post about, but I might as well.
I was on the trip [which is in two days!] and hanging out with one of my best friends. We were talking about how both of us are having a hard time finding someone who likes us the way we like them. He said something along the lines of "Well, maybe we should start dating our friends instead falling for people that don't like us", but at first I didn't hear him so I leaned closer. I asked "What?" and he put his arm around my shoulder. I leaned in closer because he would not answer, and he kissed me on the forehead.
Lame, yes. I hate those kinds of dreams, because then I wake up feeling lonely.

I'm going prom dress shopping soon, and I've already started getting cute clothes for summer. I even got my hair cut pretty short.


I started making playlists on 8tracks. People are liking my weird music? What is this.

And I'm still in love with this: