leaving.

i'm going to florida next sunday with my best friend (:
we're going to have a blast. her grandparents live on an orange grove and we drive golf carts around it and go tan on the dock, and take jillions of pictures.

i'm so freaking excited.

school gets out in two and a half days. this idea makes me want to scream. happily of course.
josh is taking me to lunch on wednesday probably (:
yay!
i love him.


i love you.
lindsey

ugh.

today was just extremely pointless to be honest with you.
i'm kind of sick, and i slept til 12.
i cleaned the attic for my sister's friends to come over, i uploaded pictures. and did laundry.
not my kind of day.

on the bright side. the pictures sarah took are amazing. i'm glad she took them. i love her. a lot.

8th gradeitous?

I think not.

Tonight was really fun despite my feeling crappy torwards the end of the night.
The 8th graders at my school are disgusting. Everytime I turned around I saw more toungues down other peoples throats.
We're in 8th grade people. Get over yourselves.

I love you.
Lindsey

freaking yes.

the day is here!
today is going to be pretty spectacular.
i feel it.
my throat hurts a little bit. and its raining. but i think this day really has potential, i do.

the dance is tonight. then sally's afterparty. we're going to have so much fun. its like. ridiculous.
sarah's taking my pictures and helping me get ready before. (: yay. i love her. well.
i'll most likely post another one after the dance.

until then.

i love you!

so basically.

i'm kind of really really really excited about
TOMORROW!

i'm kind of hoping its one of the best days of my life. if not?
i'm not gonna lie. i'll be kind of disappointed. but i don't care. i'm going to make the most of it.

and dance my face off (:

crisp.

i'm sure the lovely sunburn of mine is going to look gorgeous and compliment my 8th grade dance dress SO well.
thank you sun. i'm glad you hate me.

stop

Being like this. I'm tired of everything being like this.

I'm so done with feeling so sorry for myself that I don't know what to do. I'm tired of waking up in the mornings and having no idea what could happen in a single day. Because I do know what can happen in a single day and it's either a really pretty, or really crappy picture.

I'm so hypocritical it's unreal. Stop being like this life. I can't handle it.