You're the echoes of my everything,

You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You're the laziness of afternoon,
You're the reason why I burst and why I bloom.
You're the leaky sink of sentiment,
You're the failed attempts I never could forget.
You're the metaphors I can't create to comprehend this curse that I call love...


Aughdafldkajiweo;fja. I'm tired. I made the JV team. We have practice for two hours every day after school and we had two scrimages today. We lost the first one 8-3 and won the second 15-3. I got a monster hit in the first one-- ask if you want more details.

Today was also Ginny's birthday party. She had a bonfire on the beach and it was reallyyy fun. We played Husbands & Wives, Toilet Tag, this Bacon-type game, and The Mafia game. We roasted smores and played with the volleyball. All in all, my kind of party. And Ginny also gave me and Sam these kickass "Vote Petrelli" pins. Awesome. OH. And remember a long time ago, when I first heard Chad cuss? Well so we were playing that Bacon game and his team kept getting penalties, so my team was calling them out on it. So Chad goes, "You're all just a bunch of pussies!" I was like O.O Then he was acting all high and mighty so I was like, "Do I have to tell your mother what you just said?" And everyone was like "Ooooooohhhh...." (You know what I'm talking about). It was pretty sweet.

I guess I don't have too much time to think anymore, which is probably a good thing. Tomorrow I have nothing to do though, so I'll probably be incredibly bored. In fact, I don't even know what to think. Connor? Well yeah, I think about him, but what can I say that you haven't already heard?