"All alone in the world,

and you came and followed.
But you gave me lots of reasons and you gave me things to swallow."

I like things too, I'm sure.
I like the night
and warm feet
and watching movies
and getting nothing done.
I like the weather getting warmer
and lacrosse
and letters
and books
and time.
Most of all, I like time.
I like knowing (as much as you can know) I have (should, atleast) quite a bit of it left, too. But also, at the same time, it doesn't feel like enough.
I feel like some years were stolen from me. Does everyone feel like that?
Like when you are a kid, you don't know how important that time is. You just don't know. And if it screws up, well, there's no going back. I wonder why that's such a hard concept for me to grasp. Things are better now although. "And getting better all the time."

I'll come back. As soon as possible, I'll come back. I wish I could have stayed for spaghetti. There is so much to get done though, that of course, I haven't started. I will though. I need to get occupied.

It's kind of funny how things fall into place, really. How people know things, how people don't know things. I don't know it just kind of makes me laugh. Life is being pretty good. I'm excited for break. True story.

We have a bunch to do over break, I will pass the list onto you tomorrow, ma'am.

Four words? Hm, well, here goes.
1. Although - I use it a lot and I like how it sounds.
2. Forward
3. Retrospect
4. Kinetic

Those are the four right off the top of my head, atleast.

Time to clean!