As Long as We're Together, It Doesn't Matter

Hey guess what, I really am alive. My life has been a crazy, CRAZY, one for the last month and a half. 

I'm juts busy with the usual high school life and college classes that I thought would be "fun."

I'd be lying if I said that my Bio 171 or something like that wasn't my favorite class.

I'd also be lying if I said that I wasn't happy, because in reality, I really am. 

I find it hard to listen to Tracy Chapman and not sing at obnoxiously loud volumes, because her music is just do catchy, and I love it.

Sometimes I'm really bad at taking a hint. I probably would have held hands with that really cute quarterback that goes to my school by now, if it wasn't for my lack of knowledge when it comes to romantic situations. It was the homecoming game, and yes, there were fireworks.

I'm stealing Joey for my birthday. I'm seriously driving to Seattle and kidnapping her in January. Its more like we are meeting halfway and she is coming to stay with me for a week, or something like that. I couldn't be more excited.

Can you believe that it is almost November? I cant. These last few months have flown by. If you asked me what has happened, I wouldn't be able to tell you because all I do is take pictures, do homework, go to football games and take more pictures and edit them. Oh and I take naps on a daily basis.

My seminary teachers think it is funny to talk about the "M" word with me. What word might that be. Marriage. Yuck.  I will admit that now that I know all these people getting married, I get marriage hungry, but then I remember that I actually dont want to be married and I go back to a normal high school girl.

Homecoming was this weekend. I didn't go, but my favorite part is sunday night at about 8:37 when all the pictures are on facebook and then I spend hours looking at everybody and their mom's pictures. You better believe that I'm living that single life!

Basketball starts in three weeks. I'm already dreading it. I have a serious love-hate relationship with that sport. Right now its mostly hate. 

Ellie Goulding is blasting in my room and I blame her for my scatter-brained thoughts. Its more  likely because it is way past my bed time, but...lets not talk about it.

Peace out, homedogs. I'm going to bed.