It wasn’t until a few weeks ago

… “that we sat down and I announced that it was my belief that life was to be lived and not simply contemplated. I have a suspicion that prior to this experience we spend lots of time contemplating and I am confident that after this life there will be an unlimited amount of time for thoughtful reflection.” (From the Mystery Cookie blog.)

But we won’t! Everything we want to do is crammed within these eighty years of time we occupy!

Life has been so difficult to come to terms with lately. It is impossible to live in the moment and appreciate it. By the time you realize it, it’s gone. This moment could even last forever and I wouldn’t notice. Life is virtually impossible to enjoy, because you cannot truly appreciate a moment until it has gone by.

And this isn’t a result of some ultimate plan. There isn’t a reason for this happening. It just happens, and that is what frustrates me.

I feel so incredibly lonely, I have no clue why. I hang out with the same people everyday. It’s never anything new. I would love to see an old friend.

It’s also been pretty difficult to love myself, too. Most of the time, I think I’m awesome. But I had this dream the other night of somebody that I used to know, and decidedly- I haven’t forgiven myself for losing this person (it’s a friend, okay.) It’s so difficult to love yourself when you remember every event that has happened to you. Sure, nobody else cares, but you do. Forgiving other people is pretty easy, too, but when it comes to forgiving yourself, it’s really difficult. I can’t stand myself right now. But I wouldn’t like to be anybody else either, because everyone else is stupid.

I want to stop writing now. Even if I were to keep writing and find the words to say, it wouldn’t even be the whole truth. I hate admitting these kinds of things but darn it- I’m a teenage girl, not Nelson Mandela.

They’re scared that we know

… “All the crimes they’ll commit, and who they’ll kiss before they get home. I will lie awake and lie for fun and fake the way I hold you, let you fall for every empty word I say.”

I cannot come up with a great adjective to fulfill this day. Overall, I cannot think about anything and complete the thought. So it’s not necessarily thinking, it’s just randomness.

I GOT HOME AND SIGNED CDS AWAIT! Oh, that made my day. Except for the fact that there are five dudes in the band. And only four signatures were there. Uh. AND Freethought Today came. I got some spam, too. Spam isn’t that bad. I mean something now. I just feel like I wasted five seconds of excitement. D:

Aw, fuck it. I don’t feel like writing. I have a project to do, but I don’t want to do it at all. It’s due on Monday and I want to get it out of the way right now, so I can stop having it on my mind.

I’ve got stars in my great big sky

… “Some were satellites, others planes, some were twinkling while others were fading away, but they’re all one of a kind! Ooh, it’s not that interesting but I’d like to keep it a secret, so I’ll have something left to give. “

I hate people who yell at other people for doing nothing, just for the sake of yelling. And so they look like they are actually doing something. But I think everybody hates people like that. People, like me, also hate projects.

Therefore, for procrastination’s sake, here’s why Brainboost should die:

Fuck you, Brainboost. (Actually, no. I suck more, if I have to use obscure search engines to try and find something good. Wait- let’s leave me and Brainboost out of this, and lay the blame on modern western civilization. Yessss. TAKE THAT, MODERN WESTERN CIVILIZATION!!)

Allie called me today, and it was nice, but gosh! I’m not one for being on the phone for 65421534987 hours, so when I got off, I yelled, “FREEDOM!” Not because it was a bad experience, just because I’m not all that talkative after the first two hours… D:

The marine corps came today and (obviously, the school loves being sponsored by them) gave us an obstacle course. I didn’t participate at all because of my overbearing self-righteousness, but I got to do basketball, instead. But in the process, I got to show the lady marine to the bathroom. We had a nice discussion about how she hated high school and how she loves the marines. That’s great, but uh, I’m not sure how that was supposed to make me, say, optimistic about my future prospects. At least she didn’t talk down to me, and didn’t give me a messed up answer (”My high school years were the best and worst years of my life.”)

We did not do much during summer school today in actuality. That was the only event that qualifies its name, and the only event worth talking about. I could go into a rant about why I didn’t do the obstacle course thing, but when I told my teacher, he did not seem to comprehend what I was talking about. But then again, he’s always out of it. I’m not sure if I have a right to say this though, since I don’t even know his name. I refer to him as Mr. Superduperman. But, I digress. Judging the look on my teacher’s face, I don’t think I want to bring it up again. D:

And if you’re wondering what Mr. Superduperman’s facial expression looked like, I would say it is comparable to this:

I know nothing stays the same

… “So don’t mind if I fall apart, there’s more room in a broken heart. I believe in love, But what else can I do, I’m so in love with you.“

I didn’t do much today. I tried working on my project and failed miserably, seeing as the textbooks we have been provided suck ass. I watched the Creeper channel or whatever and hated it because the things they show are so terribly corny. I found a new channel called current that I like very much, but I’m not sure if I should because it is overtly lame and Al Gore is the chairperson. I don’t mind Al Gore, it’s just that it looks like it is set up trying to please a young audience, and it is obviously trying too hard. I do like the statistics they air every now and then, but it is so obvious that Al Gore is behind it, because it is so pro-American. I thought journalism was more than that (it’s an all-news channel)

I didn’t go over to Riza’s house today. We are going tomorrow instead.

Beware of teh angst. Again. Read my other entries, darn it!

Oddly enough, despite my extremely laid back day, I feel extraordinarily tired. My doctor stressed over and over that I need to eat more. She asked me the obvious question as to whether I am anorexic or not. Of course, I am not. I love eating. I need to gain weight. And so she looked at my mother and started questioning her as if her reaction within a few minutes would be picking up the phone to call CPS. And then my mother lied about cooking every single day/slaving away at the stove and that I never eat her food. That pisses me off. She never cooks. Never. I wouldn’t say that CPS would be appropriate, but it’d be nice to get the thought through her thick skull that she never cooks and to get over herself when she says that I never eat her food. I do eat her food when the rare occasion occurs that it is actually around. I think she didn’t want to look like a bad mother (but that’s not to say that she is! She’s a great mother in all the other areas in which she is needed.) Normally, I would not have minded, but considering the fact that my doctor lectured me for about an hour about how I should appreciate my mother’s cooking, and yet my mother did not even try to correct her.

And so now I have pinpointed the reason why I cannot fall in love with all the dudes that love me now: Absolutely none of them possess depth within their personality. After trying for months to figure them out and see if they have any intellectual integrity whatsoever, they obviously do not.  But, uh, what does that say about me? I would like to think that I have some kind of depth when it comes to these things. I actively try to avoid the stereotype imposed on fifteen year old girls. I educate myself. I care about the conditions of people around the world. I read textbooks recreationally, and I don’t even watch sitcoms. Why is it that such one-dimensional boys fall for me, then? D:

Everybody is getting stupider and stupider.

This is the judge’s full ruling of the evolution vs. intelligent design trial. Even though evolution won, gosh… Darwin’s theory —> evolution. So, does he believe in gravity?! AH!

Don’t forget to fill your suitcase and watch it sink

… “because where we’re going, we don’t need a thing. Not a map, a receipt, because where we’ve been is who we used to be. We started wrapping our regrets in cloth, are you defined by all the things you want? Or did you get caught up in all the things that we are not?”

Geez. I just downloaded the full version of Baby Come On by Plus 44. I only had the acoustic version before, but yah. I am in love even more so than before. :D

I woke up at six this morning to get my blood drawn. Quite obviously, I was very sleepy while we ran cross-country today. So Debbie and I ran around the school twice, in just under half an hour! Actually, we were the last people done. We almost always are. But I guess that’s fine. My thighs felt like they were going to break very soon. Surprisingly enough, they didn’t.

I don’t know. I really wish I didn’t have to do this anymore. I don’t care if I sound like an actual fifteen year old today. If you want maturity, read my other entries. There are tons of them.

I’m still a bit angsty right now, so beware.

Dear you:

Oh, I don’t know what I could possibly do without you. The two hugest secrets that I have, you actually know about. And I know how stressed out you have been, I see how hard you work. Even if you don’t feel it, everybody notices. If anything were to happen to you, I have no idea as to how I could take it. We talk almost everyday! Your sister is even one of my friends. Our mothers talk to each other every other week! Our lives are so intertwined, and yet you don’t even tell me these things. I thought we were best friends. I thought we always have been.

You really do not deserve any of the things that happen to you. You are amazing- the world just doesn’t see it yet. You always look so happy. You always do. I never see you stop smiling.

I mean, don’t you remember when we would converse over the internet when we were in sixth grade? Don’t you remember how we used to stay up until midnight talking about your first boyfriend? Do you remember when we went to the screenprinting place to put our handprints on our girl scout shirts? And when we had to sell all those darned cookies in front of the bank, and you spilled hot chocolate all over me? And remember when we cleaned up the litter along the beach, and I accidentally cut you with a piece of glass on the way to the car?

You are so important to me- I really hope you realize this. I thought you were so much cooler than I was when we were little, I really did. There’s a reason why I tried to do all the things you did. That’s why I got into origami, the All-American Rejects, Garfield, Hamtaro, heck, you’re the reason why I even got a hamster. Oh, and Neopets, haha.

Things may not be working out well for you right now, but this, too, shall pass. You’re my best friend, if I were to lose you, then I’m not sure what I would have left to live for.

Broken glass on the porcelain

… “Is this what you imagine? We’ll forget what we used to say, and our lives won’t mean anything, hold me close as we drift away, yeah, it’s just as it should be!”

We ran and ran and ran. Swedish style. D:

I’m thinking of posting all of the b-sides and rarities that I have on here. I just don’t know how to do a direct download link. And I’m not going to re-up all of my stuff every two weeks. No fucking way.

But yeah. I have little else to write about today. Read my archives, because they are so much better than the stuff I came up with today :(

I’m just a dreamer

… And you are just a dream.

Mornings have been so bleak lately. The sun isn’t even there. The darkness paints the scenery for you,  instead.

Hmm. And one of my guy friends likes me (Don’t close that window yet! I’m better than this. I swear to you, I am not a teeny-bopper. Give me a shot.) Although I hate living up to the stereotype that is imposed upon my generation, I really do not need to think about this right now. Two boys like me already, and they actively try to get me to reciprocate those feelings.  Word has gotten around that I can date this fall. I don’t want to get caught up in these kinds of things! I cannot imagine myself as living a life as complicated as every other adult I acknowledge foretells, but it seems to have happened already.Maybe I should become an idiot adn type lyke dis. Maybe  I should stop reading about the theory of evolution and those darned sociology textbooks (that I read recreationally, not to brag :D) and start doing my hair. Maybe I should stop being so darned sarcastic, and attain a valley-girl accent. THEN people won’t fall in love with me.  But I’m kidding, of course. It’s nice to know that people value intellect over looks. Okay, well, that’s a rather broad statement to make. I’m rather good-looking, and that’s not just my opinion. The difference is, I don’t really try. I’m lucky. But still- I think this shows, to an extent (which isn’t that huge of an extent) that men don’t necessarily objectify women as much as I had thought before. Or maybe I’m just pretty, and these people don’t really care about the smart things I say. D:

So I got my physical today. I’m all good and dandy- but my periods are a little off so I have birth control meds. Therefore, the doctor/my mother/ the EKG lady and I all engaged in a sex talk. It was very long. How long?

… I left the house at 2:20. I got home at 5:30. Yeah.

Oh, and I also need to gain weight. Badly. I have to drink this stuff before I go to bed that will help me achieve that goal.

You can squint at it through snowy static to make out the meaning

… “My love stays with you like sunlight and air. Oh, how I truly wish I could keep hanging around here, but my joy is covering me. Soon, I will disappear. It’s not a movie, no private screening. This method acting, well, I call that living.”

So, I think I should bring on the angst today. But first: Harry Potter.

The new Harry Potter book came out yesterday, and although I find no need in telling you so, seeing as it’s advertised everywhere, even on the news, I still need to find a way to put this next sentence into context. Everyone was talking about it at school today. And about half of those people were talking about not wanting to talk about it. What is it about the element of surprise that makes reading the book more worthwhile? It seems like people enjoy being surprised more than the actual plot. Why decide to forget reading the book when it’s given away? Exactly.

ONWARDS WITH THE ANGST!

I have tons of things on my mind. And I should really get it out in the open before I start to lose my mind. So, ‘ere goes.

• I realize that school does not last eternally. Even though I still have three years until I graduate, I think it is time for me to set my priorities. Along with that realization- if a college admissions officer were to come around and inspect my transcript, I’d be fucked. Riza’s mother may be crazy and strict, but Riza would be able to go into any college she would like. Any college would take her. I’m scared to death of the future now, because I would hate to wake up at forty, working at Target, to support the felines that I have grown to know and love. Even if I do not want that to happen to me- the reality is that nobody wants to live that way. And yet, there are tons of people actually do.
• Darn it, I also hope that I don’t wake up at thirty, working in a career I hate, because I chose my career path when I was fifteen.
• I feel very morbid lately. Like my time is going to run out very soon, which is the complete opposite of what everyone else my age believes. It’s not like some traumatic event happened to me, changing the way I perceive life. I don’t understand why I have been thinking about this so much lately. With this realization, I want to truly appreciate life. And I have been trying as hard as I can. It’s becoming so difficult to remain happy, though. I feel like crying. But if I do, I feel like I’m wasting time. If I don’t, I feel so much worse. I can’t find balance in these things, anymore.
• I’m still trying to figure out how to go about this thing with Kai. I cannot elaborate any more, because nothing has really changed. I’m still as confused as ever. I love him so much, but I’m just so surprised, of course.
• I cannot give ^^ as much attention as I would like, seeing as my “new” attraction to girls is becoming a major distraction. Ultimately, if life weren’t confusing before, it’s a new maze! I’ve become infatuated, once more, but it’s not necessarily an infatuation, since we’re actually friends. But it’s not like I’m going to hint around here. I’m going to try and get over it as quickly as I can, because if I don’t, I’m going to end up very hurt in the end.

23

Here’s an archived private post, guys. It’s irrelevant as of now, so you guys get to read it. Enjoy.

You know, it’s so hard to believe that you may be friends with someone, and feel so incredibly close to them, and yet you don’t matter as much. I care too much or too soon, but it’s just so difficult for me to comprehend.

And so one of my best friends happens to like the girl I have a crush on right now. She’s liked her for a very long time, but I didn’t know that until today. I feel so terrible despite my ignorance. The worst part is, the probability of the girl liking me is far greater than her liking my friend. But I feel like she is the only person that I would be compatible with right now. I mean, I think of her all the time lately. And I can’t wait until I get to see her on Monday. I fucking suck.

Ugh. I am happy when I think of her, but then I realize that I can’t have her. D:

I’m fighting myself to get you out of my head

… “But I’m hanging off every word you said.”

“If you want a more bucolic version of the ecological future, consult a paleontologist. The paleontologists look further into the future to a time when the great evolutionary opportunities are not agricultural habitats, but are, instead, vast forests—to a time when the seas are again filled with large species—to a time when new large vertebrates roam new kinds of plains. They look forward in time to a world more interesting to us than our present evolutionary future. The paleontologists can do all this because they begin their discussions of future evolution with the statement, ‘once humans go extinct.’ “
(From Seed.)

Hmm. Humans have made the world worse. We have cultivated the land, and exploited all of our resources. We have doomed this earth. And oddly enough, if someone considered a decade ago that humans will go extinct in the very near future, it would’ve been weird. And now, it’s so common to hear around scientific communities, I don’t even get the willies as I read it. Even the sentences I have just written feel like they have been said before.

And I mean, if there were another civilization far away from here, and we were extinct, there would be no trace of us. The way the world will end (via comet) it will look like Earth would be incapable of inhabiting life.

This could have happened before, somewhere else, and we are so unaware of it. Maybe the universe is a never-ending cycle consisting of civilizations ruining themselves and starting up again.

… Oh, and I’ve decided what my career is going to be. Evolutionary psychologist. Isn’t that so perfect for me? I can’t wait!

And so, ladies and gentlemen…

 Yeah. My brother messed up my Rubik’s cube, that I have been working on for weeks, over television.

Now I know our future generations are doomed.

The waiting rooms are full of ‘characters’

… “pretending not to sleep. Your eyes are open but you’re far away, at home, am Rhein, with mother and the cats. Your hair grazes my wrist. My cold hand surprises you.”

Everything that is written in its simplest state always sound stupid.

I’m so sore that I can hardly walk and my arms are so worn they can hardly talk for me but whatever, I’m in love.

So essentially, this whole God thing. The epitome of time is a transition from one moment to the next. It is forced and constant. Naturally, situations work themselves out. So if I’m going to believe in something, I’m going to believe in time because at least it’s always around. And there’s evidence supporting it. But I am not going to dedicate my life to a being that is created within the minds of egotistical, naive primitive men.

But anyways. My blog stats have been going down, and oddly enough, I care. I don’t understand why, just because I went on and on for a two years on my xanga and another two on livejournal, and those didn’t keep track of the stats, and I didn’t care. And I write here completely for myself. And yet, I feel the need to have people read this. I do not understand.

I had so many other things to tell you, and yet I do not recall. I apologize for this extremely short entry.

I want to feel the warmth from the buzz that I create

… “Because all I wanted was all I could take, and some stood up while the others had to wait, and I took my turn to state my case, but I could be wrong.”

I feel so morbid right now. D:

It’s surprisingly possible to analyze a concept to a point at which it becomes nothing. And that is exactly what I was doing today during volleyball, since the dude in front of me won’t stop hogging it. Geez. I don’t want to look like I’m not trying. I DO want my credits, you know.

We did a bajillion sit-ups today and we ran the track. I don’t need to do all this stuff! I’m really skinny as it is, this is not helping. But I suppose some muscle mass couldn’t hurt. Debbie and I had a heart-to-heart moment. And Laurie died on the track, pretty much. All-in-all, a bad time was had by all.

Being fifteen is feels strangely similar to when I was fourteen. Mmph.

Damn it, people, religion is stupid. And so is praying. During the Black Plague, tons of people banded together and prayed for God to “forgive them,” because they thought the Black Plague was induced by God to punish everyone for their sins. The precautions people made were innumerable, out of hopes of avoiding the plague. There was this group of people that recreated Christ’s crucifixion, so the Black Plague would go away. And yet, none of this worked at all. The Black Plague continued to thrive throughout Europe following the first wave in the 1340s, killing tons of people despite the constant prayer.

Two years have passed and nothing’s changed, that’s alright

… Still you just wait for that embrace, it’s alright. There is only one thing that has yet to be said, I am holding back. There is only one thing that has yet to be said, and it’s alright.”

So yeah. Today’s my birthday. I don’t know. I thought today would be better than this. I’m not complaining, but it’s so… I wanted today to be special. And I do not like that I wished that because this whole thing is stupid. I’m happy I’m alive. But who am I to expect that everybody else does, too? I don’t need a present or anything. I just want to feel a little special. I suppose I can’t get any more ironic. Everyone loves me and I know it, and yet for some reason, it’s not enough at this moment. Maybe I just feel insecure right now.

I’m going to Olive Garden tonight with Riza’s family. I’m really looking forward to it. But I’m not sure if that’s a valid statement, seeing as it is the only event I have to look forward to. But the anticipation of this only event and the excitement of it combined is good enough. Damn it, I think too fucking much.

But whatever. I am overjoyed that I have known Riza for this long. I’m also happy that Angela and I are getting to know each other better. Geez. Out of the fifteen years I have been alive, I’ve known Riza for nine of them. Amazing. And yet, I constantly change my mind. I suck.

I ran the mile today in the rain. I hate the world.

I’m at a loss, you were my tangerine

… “My pussycat, my trampoline. Now all I get are wincing cheeks and dog problems, I signed a lease, thinking my heart belonged at 93rd and Park, instead I broke a girl’s heart,
and flew back to Phoenix to finish the year as it started!”

Summer school sucked, because we are obviously doing the same thing we’ve been doing for the past two years. Forget when I said I disliked my teacher last year; at least she was somewhat unorthodox.

I’m tired of boys. I really am. There are a good handful of guys I feel I cannot live without, don’t get me wrong, but I am so tired of random dudes liking me. It’s okay if I know a dude and he likes me. But one or two pleasant conversations with me does not mean that I like you. I may be nice, but I think you are a real idiot. Go away.

So today, I woke up an hour early; I painted before I got to summer school; we almost got lost on the way there; we played Ultimate Frisbee. I’m so tired of this game.

We went on break and did some work out of textbooks. I actually have a textbook for this class. The irony never ends. And then we went out onto the track and ran, I don’t know why, seeing as we are going to record mile times tomorrow, and we only had fifteen minutes left.

Fairview is very ghetto. If I didn’t appreciate CK before, I certainly do now. RJH wasn’t that bad, but dude, Fairview looks to be the ghetto-est.

But there was a highlight of summer school, one of which I will never forget:

This dude was blocking Riza during Ultimate Frisbee, and Riza tickled him and he fell down. It was swt, but it’s okay because the dude didn’t mind.

Ah. Tired. Peace out.

February, Valentines Day

… “Did my best to avoid the red clichés. So you dumped me on the subway on my way to work at 9 in the morning. Everybody else is holding bouquets, now I’m holding my face in the basement, scratching away for any trace of affection you will leave. Falling victim to the publics prey.”

Tomorrow is summer school. Not enthused at all. But whatever. The sooner the beginning comes, the sooner the end comes. And on that lovely note, my birthday is in two days. How I hope so much I will not end up like Shakespeare; seeing summer school may do me in

We’re going to see the new Harry Potter movie today- for real this time. It is very warm today, moreso than the rest of the days this week, so maybe that is what motivated my brother to ask my mom. We’re leaving in about half an hour, so I may as well get ready.

_______ edit.

We went to see the movie and I liked it. It’s just that they totally cut out the whole “Weasley is our king!” which was my favorite part. And they shortened the Dumbledore-Harry speech dramatcially. And tons more that I really disliked, but whatever.  *whisper* That 1408 movie was still better.

Summer school is tomorrow and it turns out that Cody’s not doing it with us. Damn, we needed another atheist to combat. *just kidding* but yeah, it’s a real bummer because he’s interesting now!

I feel very exhausted right now, and I have been for the last couple of days, and I had no idea why. I’ve done nothing. My vision is getting substantially worse as well, and that worries me.

I’m jealous of headlights

… “because they are all that cling to you. I’ll pray that our shoes melt in the pavement. We step back slowly and I’ll take the long way home.”

Oh, today’s gonna suck. It’s logical after you’ve been outside your home for the first time in two weeks and enjoyed it. Lame.

You remind me of a song I used to love

… “Tonight I’d rather be in love, I’d rather it was you flowing through my mind, scraping through my veins, my everything… I live in notes and photographs and everything I’m holding back, like all the words that weren’t enough.”“

We’re going to see that new Harry Potter movie today. I loved the fifth book. I remember that I had to pace myself while reading it because I was so enthusiastic about it. I haven’t read the sixth book yet and I totally should. I have tons of books to read, actually. I need to finish the library books I borrowed, and Myth Alliances.

Ah, I have tons of time and yet I’m not reading the books that I’ve been anticipating to read. I just hate sitting down and reading, when I could be doing something else.

So anyways. For some weird reason, I’ve been thinking about the whole Christmas thing. Should I celebrate Christmas anymore, now that my parents are aware of my being an atheist?

________Edit.

We went to that 1408 movie instead. It was rather refreshing, if you forget the fact that my mother and I argued over it for a full ten minutes. It’s really complicated/stupid, so I’m not going to bore you with the gory details.

We went to Joann’s before the movie because we had a good hour to kill. I got some canvas/paints/paintbrushes. I’m really looking forward to using them up!

The 1408 movie was really good. Seriously. John Cusack brings out the fangirl in me, so I was really excited. AND John Cusack played an atheist rational thinker! That had really brightened up my day. And I kept expecting them to “turn him into a believer,” which they did do to an extent. They played the whole “there are no atheists in foxholes” shit they always pull.

There was this one part where he gave up, so to speak, and he said that he “didn’t want to die this way,” or something, and he picked up the bible and was going to read it but the pages were blank. That got me angry.

But other than that, it was great. I had no idea as to how the movie could have ended while I was watching it, and the ending was satisfying. And you know how I am about how movies end! Aw, the ending was so creative. I loved the movie, but it’s not the kind of movie you could watch again and again. The only part I would want to see again is John Cusack saying:

“I don’t believe in demons or ghosts or anything like that. And if demons and such were to exist, there wouldn’t be a god around to protect us from them.”

I wanted to scream from happiness and relief in the middle of the movie. But considering the necking couple in front of me, I didn’t want to disturb the peace.

I couldn’t call you if I tried

… “My fingers are sore from being so tightly crossed.”

I am almost done with that painting thing I did. It looks swt.

Cue teh pwnage. Yessss.

I made a Bright Eyes shirt yesterday, too. It looks awesome. It’s just that the G looks a little f*cked up. You can still tell that it’s a G, though.

*sigh* Summer school starts in three days and I finally have projects. Lame.

I uploaded all those awesome picz, but most of them involve people so I’m afraid of posting pictures of people without asking them. Okay, all of them involve people except for two. And this one that I posted was at Megan’s house. Her house is so pretty. They made it. It’s cool.