This year is going by so fast. I've had moments that I've taken for granted. Sitting in the office copying drill (eating Oreos) and talking about being sure and unsure and Sarah and that one boy and Patrick's eyes. It won't happen again. Summer is over. It's been a month already.

So. This/that is the most awful, MEDIEVAL circumstance I can think of. I can't even think about it because I'll get so worked up about it. Not fair. If it was me, I'd be out the door the moment I turn eighteen. And yeah, yeah, first amendment rights. But you can't just delegate those. Everyone gets them. Just... goddamn. Get your ass out of the 16th century. I'm hurting for your family. (Maybe if I was a real princess I would be okay.)

Also. JUST KISS HER.  Unless you have a master plan for this, it's senior year buddy. Hang the rules.

And my dear, thank you for being such a good friend through all this. I know I'm unbelievably MELODRAMATIC, but you let me yell it in fifth period and you listen to all my crap and complaints and happy moments and everything. And thanks for being my hairdresser. I love you so much.

I really enjoy talking to people. I should have started earlier. Like last year. But oh well. I have no time for regrets anymore.

For what should have been a bad week, this was absolutely fantastic.

P.S. I kind of like three. With three of us, it's more comfortable I think.