Well, just call me hipster.
Seriously don’t. I hate hipsters.
Since I haven’t posted in a while, I felt it was necessary to post updates.
1. Best friend dumped her boyfriend, but still stinks
2. Discovered best guy friend likes me. Ruins everything.
3. Found out other friend is trying to steal the guy I like from right under my nose. There’s a rule against that in the girl code, but clearly she doesn’t care.
Go team.
so summer isn’t all rainbow unicorn sparkles.
when your best friend suddenly gets a boyfriend, then decides priority levels quickly:
whoop-dee-freakin-do. where’s my refund?
Hence begins the first time I’ve ever posted a blog. I have never done it before, as:
a. the internet is a scary place
b. colleges will find me and read my blog .___.
but I guess it doesn’t matter as long as I pretend it is a story, right? So at school, yearbooks have just been released into the wild, adolescent world. Summer sparkles in the air like dust particles in rays of sunlight: sometimes it’s visible, sometimes it’s not, but we all know it’s there. If you step outside when the rim of the sun brushes the harsh edge of the mountain, the very air smells like summer. It’s delicious, fantastic, light, and airy. oh summer, summer, summer… I can’t wait.
