LOOK AT ME! I'M ARTSY!

I hate those "Blahblahblah Is Love" banners.

They make no sense.

At all.

I should start a movement to change it to "I Like Blahblahblah."

So I'm going to start actually writing here. I always say that, but a lot of eighth-grade-blog-reading over the past two days has made me want a record of high school as well. Plus, I can use this to keep in touch with people next year when we're off to college. I spend enough time bumming around communities already- I might as well use some of it for something. Also, my writing skill, or my patience with writing at least, needs some work.

Based on what I'm annoyed with about my eighth grade Xanga, though, I'm going to make the following vows.

I will not make shit up.

I will not post thinly-veiled references to my love life. Actually, I'm going to avoid talking about it altogether, unless there's an actual point being made.

I won't post lyrics. EVER!

The end.

I need an outlet for all my surplus romantic energy... I think I'll make Teddy a book. I've wanted to do that for a while.

Also, I made the most delicious fried chik'n yesterday, and today ate the best sandwich ever. Morningstar Meal Starters are now my best friends ever. Seriously, it's better than real chicken.

:(

For my birthday, I'm going to take my three or four best friends, hike to a campground by a river, build a fire, stay up late, and sleep outside.

Of course that isn't until the end of August, but some extra planning time can't hurt...