Prom was...really, really fun.

                                         Rise and shining, Mr. Alex....

Later, kids.

People, PEOPLE.

I am so sick of seeing 4,000 pictures of YOU on your xanga.

Ew.

Good-bye, my little narcissistics.

P.S.- Prom is tomorrow :)

Sometimes I think I'm not going to miss something ...and then a big, fat man tells me that I will and I believe him.

Sadness.

"Hard Candy" was wonderful.....hail Sam, Nazi queen of the backstage area.

Oh, and T^4 girls: I would walk 1,000 miles to see each and every one of you. Thanks for making these 4 years absolutely unforgettable. Diving contest, anyone?

There is a man who attends the school called Mandan High and he should have gotten first place in humorous duo at the state speech competition last weekend. I think about said man very often and wonder what went wrong as his speech was very funny and his body very sexy.

Maybe not VERY.

Peace out, yo.

Sometimes...things don't always work out as planned. But that's alright, I guess, because sometimes what was planned wasn't all that great anyway...ya know?

What a terrible, no-good, very bad day.

I wish I was a Power Ranger because then I could have friends who fought huge, fake-looking monsters with me and had my back, yo. And, of course, I'd be completely invincible.

Translation: I wish time didn't move so damn slow.

Ok, bye. 

Tonight is a certain one-year, first-kiss anniversary

and

I am so happy.