Eating butterfinger bites and watching my drunk kitchen. Someone help me.
Sleepy boys are the cutest.
Too bad I only got 2 hours with him. Oh well. I’ll see Ryan again soon.
God, my blog is turning into random updates about boys lately and other stupid things. I should stop.
I better be able to hang out with Ryan tomorrow.
I’m going to be crying like the biggest baby ever after graduation. Mostly because of playing with the band. And I’m going to be thinking about how I’m leaving the only place I’ve ever lived in, and my band family and Sanchin-Ryu family. I’ll be so sad.
But then closer to when I get to college I’ll be so excited/nervous. Until then though, let the tears flow.
When you get back from spending the night at a friend’s house, but you just want to go snuggle your kind-of boyfriend but he’s at work, you have commencement practice, and you have work later. Maybe I’ll see him tomorrow before graduation.
I wish I could rock short hair.
Not like short like I’ve had it. I’m talking like super short. But my forehead is so big, and I’m afraid people will mistake me for a guy unless I wear makeup and girly clothes.
But I also like long hair. So I’m growing my hair out.
Sports bras are my new best friend.
So comfy. Plus it’s not frowned upon if I don’t wear a shirt when I’m wearing one.
It’s short and worth watching!
Gonna miss french class so much.
By the time you get to the 4th year of a language class, you build a lot of close relationships with the people in class with you. I’m going to miss them, but especially Madame. She was essentially like a mom to me. She was so caring. On top of that her daughter used to babysit me. But now I’m graduating and she’s retiring. I really hope I can stay in touch with her. I almost cried when she hugged me today.
Just finished watching Au Revoir Les Enfants
“Bonnet, Négus et Dupré sont morts à Auschwitz, le Père Jean au camp de Mauthausen. Le collège a rouvert ses portes en octobre 1944. Plus de quarante ans ont passé, mais jusqu’à ma mort je me rappellerai chaque seconde de ce matin de janvier.”
This quote will stick with me for some time.
(Source: h-e-r-o-i-n, via restrained-thoughts)
