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