SUMMER: I GOT THE FEVER!!!!

SUMMER, SUMMER!!!!!

Is there not a child in the world whom the word strikes a feeling of pure glee into?

NO. And if you are a child that isn't AT ALL excited about summer...

Well, go away. Weirdo. No one likes you. (JK!...Not really.)

In this school year I have managed to really create a person I kinda like. I do well in all of my classes and I'm respectful (mostly...) of my teachers. You just suck as a teacher if I am CONSTANTLY talking in your class. (Which doesn't happen.)

I'm a cardigan girl, too. A real dweeby dresser. I raid my mommy's closet for cool pieces. I actually have worn dresses to school. I'm a less intense Rachel Berry. I'm over the whole knee sock scene. I love wearing flowy skirts. (By which I mean flowy materials, not hit-the-ground length.)

I'm a tad weight obsessed. The torture I endured as a little kid at the hands of my older brother have left me permanently scarred. My birthday was on the 14th and my mom bought me a pair of shorts that fit me perfectly. Now, scarcely more than two weeks later they were sliding down my hips all day in school. I don't know how it happened. My bathing suit looked better on me, too.

Confusion much?

Upon my graduation (and most probably beforehand) from middle school I will become the girl who exercises constantly. No, I don't have an eating disorder, and I know that overexercising CAN be bad. It's just that I live so damn far away from everyone else. If they get to be less than a block from our hangout (a pond which smells like crap, but we swim in anywhoo) I have to be a mile.

But I dun rully care. I feel so much better. It's really my self-esteem upper. How my hair looks doesn't matter if it's always under the water. If I go out maybe how it smells matters, but really...

I can't wear makeup if it runs down my face. And really, my bikini body? I'm fourteen. I admit I do have baby fat. 'Cause I'm still a kid. And a pretty young one, too. If someone says something about my boobs, yeah, that's really uncomfortable. Or I just make a dirty joke. What else can I do?

I also love summer because my best friend (who goes to a private school 'bout 40 minutes away) and I get to spend an almost unconditional amount of time together. :)

I think I lost track of the point I was trying to make in the last couple of paragraphs. I was going to talk about my style changing but I got caught up in my cheesy self-confidence/mention-my-boobs-and-die spiel. Basically, in several weeks I will look a Cali girl. A brunette one, though.

Thank the fucking nonexistent lord I tan.



(Oh, yas, I fergot. Any fans/followers that I may not know/know about: MAKE YOURSELVES KNOWN!!! I love and appreciates everyone so much and if you could just let me know who you areI will send you a virtual cookie.

...Sam & Jonny...I'm sorry but you don't count for virtual cookies. But I still love you both LOADZ!)