hi, i move in two days. i'm a complete wreck.

Oh your reputation is so golden, you're never lonely and you're never home. I know you've been talking about leaving, you've lost all your feelings for this town. Paint your nails and put your lipstick, you don't want to miss your ticket out. Just because you graduate from school, so high in the gene pool that's your point of view. But when you're broke and down and no one else is around, you'll come running back to this town and i'll be there, yeah I'll be there. Cause I remember how we drank time together, and how you used to say that the stars are forever. And daydreamed about how to make your life better by leaving town, leaving town.

i don't even feel like writing anything right now i'm so empty.

already I'm so lonesome I could die

BAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GUESS WHO HAS SHAKIRA TICKETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lacrosse is almost over.

i'll miss them a lot - "encore, do you want more?" - hershey lax 2006

and my super fans

senior night and my last home game was last night. as much as this season was different, im gonna miss it a hell of a lot. last jv game tomorrow, then playoffs and MidPenns BITCHES!

hey ___________. i know you'll never read this. you know how i know? because i know you well enough. i know that you don't believe in xangas, you dont really believe in aim, and instead you would rather watch that 70's show, or take your dog on a walk, or read a magazine in your hammock chair. because you dont need to socialize through internet wires instead of doing your homework. i know that you once declared yourself mayor of your own town and made it homework day. we were kids then. do you remember that? i sure as hell remember homestarrunner and the ouiji board, and soccer in your backyard. i sure as hell remember playing my guitar along with your drums, or breaking your damn rugrats poster. how could i forget. but isnt that what i was supposed to do? forgive and forget? well thats what you said. you remember how it started, all i can do is replay the ending. all i do these days is travel to that place in my mind where i watch austin powers and pick purple flowers, and go on runs, and think of things that rhyme with cinna-mmm, and spend countless hours doing birthday club shit. fricken birthday club shit. but it doesn't matter anymore. we're over 7th grade and snow days. we're over seven springs and ramen noodles. we're over. but we know it doesn't have to be this way. you have no idea how badly i just want to go back to normal, before the change. screw change. screw the fact that we slowly grew apart, screw the invitations, the attempts, the mixes, the letters. screw trying to get you back. you're a hell of a lot more stubborn than you look. and i know that. because remember? i know you. i knew you. i knew you . . .

hi there.

- my blue october cd came, my life is complete

- i've learned not to trust ebay at all, it blows

- i refuse to do my research paper

- i am peeling like crazy. i am now two-toned. someone told me it looks like im roast beef. wow, that makes me feel super

- all my new stuff came for my new room. its pretty exciting

ayla kills me. we spend our time bitching about dilger. and emerson is such a happy girl. gosh i love her

if you squint and put your face close to the screen you can see one of my favorite things sitting in the water. whoever gets the answer right i will buy them a bag of chips or something

i took that for joan.

"if you like pina coladas"

"and getting caught in the rain"