I'm a little disappointed in the fact that I have absolutely nothing to say for myself.

Babysitting the whole gang tonight. Well, all the girls anyway. I need to start making plans, because summer's almost over. I still need to have a summer experience. At home, that is.

I've been taken over and knocked down by the feeling of missing everyone. Especially my NSLC-ers. :[

I've been thinking a lot about the future, in terms of now. Today, for example, I was laying on my bed and I was thinking about things that are currently bothering me, and I couldn't help but wonder, am I even going to remember any of this, or any of these people in ten years? At a glance, ten years seems like a shorter amount of time than it is. It seems like I'll be the same person I am right now. However, ten years ago, I was six years old, and I had a Barbie ballerina backpack. Now, I'm sixteen, and I'm not even sure I own a backpack that isn't broken (Note: I looked. I have two backpacks that aren't broken.). I always find myself wondering who I'll still be talking to in the future, and what days I'll remember, and which one's I'll completely forget. Like, I can hardly tell you half of what happened on Tuesday of last week. But forgetting any of this scares me a little, because this is who I am right now. I suppose change is inevitable. Time will pass whether I want it to or not. I frequently discuss this here, but I can't seem to wrap my mind around the fact that things aren't going to be this way forever. But that's all part of the experience, I guess.

So, my sixteenth birthday party is today. I have a bunch of things to do, no idea where to start, and no couch in the party room. I may cry.

Jai Ho is my guilty pleasure. And Britney Spears tunes :]

I'm really tired of ridiculous teenage girls, who don't see that every fault they find in the world can be found in themselves. I'm cleaning out all of my clutter, getting rid of the tiny security blankets I've kept around for so long. Maybe it seems cold to cut someone out of your life the way I plan on doing with some people. But sometimes, it's necessary.

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Today, we're going to a Teacher book fair. I'm hoping it's not all like, education books. But either way, I love books. I love the smell of them, the paper and ink. I just all around love books. I wish I could bottle it, and give it to all of those people out there who don't like to read.

Sorry, I was dorking out hard.

RIP John Hughes.

I've been going to the library a lot.
Things I've recently checked out:
-The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath. LOVE. One of my favorite novels.
-Gossip Of the Starlings, Nina de Gramont.
-The Adoration of Jenna Fox, Mary E. Pearson.
-A Walk In The Woods, Bill Bryson. For school.
-Keith, the film. Made me sob, total chick flick.
-Veronica Mars, Season One. OBSESSED. OBSESSED. Can someone provide me with Season Three??
-The Tenth Circle, Jodi Picoult.
-Veronica Mars, Season Two.
-Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk.
-Heroes and Thieves, Vanessa Carlton. LOVE HER.

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I wish I could take a big box of crayons, and color in the clouds, so everyone could see the shapes I see.

I love the simplicity of this. A black and white proclomation, with a period at the end. I wish life worked this way. You could just declare "The End.", and all loose ends would magically be tied up, all questions answered, all i's dotted and t's crossed. Life, however, does not work like this. And unfortunately, this is not the end. This is only the beginning. Bottom's up. Let's toast to a(nother) fresh start.

Sitting around in my glasses and pajamas. I've been playing my guitar all day. Not as good as I wish I was, but I'm having so much fun. I'm so excited to go to bed. I love sleeping.
This was rather pointless. I don't care.

Today was rather uneventful. I'm covered in mosquito bites. I cannot imagine why anyone cares to read this blog. I've read so many others and they're so incredibly interesting. I, however, just give you a look into my mundane existance. And for this, I'm incredibly sorry.