"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Fling into Spring


It's coming...

School dance.

<----Last night's purchase. Yeah... Just imagine it with straps and without the dorky flower. I don't like flowers [or dresses, really].

Oh, and the heels won't be so tall... They call me Grace for a reason. And I won't look half as good as the girl in the picture--not really the tall, thing modely type. Or anywhere near tan.

Spring Fling, tomorrow night. I'll be buying shoes 30 minutes before, and I'll have my hair finished just before that.

Procrastination? Of course. It's a dance.

Further updates: Electronic "Baby" totally SUCKED this past weekend, and I'm still fighting that virus from the 13th. I'm just glad it's not pneumonia.

Tomorrow, AP History presentation on WWII, and dance. Saturday night, Blue Man Group. Sunday, DI and homework.

And lots of sleeping in between all of that. :)

Abbs is [exhausted, and] OUT.

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