Hey, Hi, Hello.

Today was the last day of my junior year, or the last day I am going at least. I can not say that I will miss it. In fact, if life was a musical, I would be singing a song of relief right now. But what a great last day it was.

This morning we got Kneaders, I ate like a pig.

Then I went to school to get those last few signatures my yearbook needed.

Newman gave me and Alexa smart cookies.

We went to Sadie's house for lunch, then watched Harry Potter.

Cam prank called people, I supplied the made up numbers.

I took Kali to the pool. That sucked.

Now I am home, looking forward to summer and all the good times, and also the lazy times that it will bring.
I plan on enjoying every moment of it, because in three months, I am a senior.

Because who really cares?

I love the days when I don't do my hair. When I just wake up, put up my bangs, and call it good, even though I know, it really can't be called good.

I love just picking clothes, with no thought involved, and putting them on, regardless of how I look in them.

I like that all my favorite shoes have holes in the bottoms, and everytime I walk outside, my feet get drenched.

I enjoy knowing that after today, I only have to go to each of my classes one more time, and then I am summer bound. I will not miss any of them, except for Newman's class, I do love that class, but I will bid happy good byes to the rest.

I love days when I say and do whatever I want, because I can: when I don't let inhibitions hold me back, and stop me from saying or doing something I want to.

Make today a good day, dare to be yourself, because honestly, who really cares?

Winter's on the wing, it's a fine spring morn

It's becoming that time of year.

The time when the flowers bloom,

and rains fall from the sky.

It is the time for rainbows.

It is the time for smiles

and warmth.

It is the time that makes you want to be better

because everything is better in the spring.

It is the time of my favorite season,

it is the time that I always wish it could be.

It is the time that makes me want to find
a garden.

a secret garden.

It is the time for chalk drawing,

and bubble blowing.

It is a time for playing with friends,

and acting like children.

It is the best time of the year.

A welcome sigh of relief

It is over, the thing that has caused me so much anxiety and grief over the last week, is finally over. Goodbye AP History test, I hope to never see you again.

Cinco de Mayo

Not only is today a wonderful Mexican holiday, it is also the birthday of a wonderful person.

Happy Birthday Lindsey Greer. Even though we have been through our rough patches, you are definitely still one of my best friends. I know you are always there for me to talk to. I am grateful that you are willing to randomly show up to my house sometimes, and make my day so much better. You are the only person that I don't hate talking on the phone to. You are a great person, and an even better friend.

I hope that 17 treats you well.

I like it...

I like it when Brooke wears certain jeans just to show me how she will look on her date.

I like it when Brooke pretends to sit at my table in Spanish.

I like it when I say "Nice butt" to Brooke, and she doesn't think I am a freak.

I like Brooke.

I like it when all my friends go to lunch when I am in advisory, so I go find Emily instead.

I like it when Emily tells me I am an aquired taste.

I like it that Emily tells me she is funny around me.

I like Emily.

I like it when Cam ditches her seminary class to come to mine.

I like it when we make newspapers in Seminary.

I like it that we got Gordon B. Hinckley's middle name wrong.

I like it when we have to velcrow (?) every piece of paper to make it stay.

I like it when Fossum tells Cam he doesn't want to see her because she ditched.

I like Cam.

I like it when I go into take a test in Spanish, and he isn't there, again.

I like life.

Sunset Boulevard

Tonight I went to see a lovely play, actually lovely probably isn't the right word, creepy might be a tad more accurate, but nonetheless, it was marvelous.

The best line in the whole play was as followed (with some editing of course, this is not a blog that advocates the use of swear words) "I am rich, not a platinum blonde...witch."

Me and Brooke sat by each other the entire two hours we were on the bus. I really love that girl, we could easily be best friends. We spill our guts to each other, and it isn't weird to do. Most of our conversations tonight had the word "butt" in them, but hey, we just like to talk about them.

Dear AP US History,

I hate your stinkin guts.
You make me vomit.
You are the scum between my toes.
Love,
Kendall