Sorry, Dear blog.

The neglect issue here is out of control. And there isn't really an excuse. But I do apologize.

So much has happened lately and I wish I had all the photos to prove it. But because I probably won't for awhile I'll just briefly (maybe) tell you about them.

First. Kaitlyn Waters was Born.
Okay maybe that was twenty years ago but its still a fact. Her birthday was supra fun.
Highlights include but are not limited to:
Kaitlyn.
Blanket Forts.
Guitars.
Lights.
Phonebooths/Portapottys
Playdough.
Laundry baskets.
Gravity.
HP7
Paper Cranes.
Cake Failures.
Photobooth.
Music Videos.
Hot Koolaid.
& Kaitlyn. Again.
Mainly because without her none of this would have happened. My First semester would not have been so amazing. My stalking would not have healthily increased. My subtle sarcasm would not have been understood. I would not have learned how to spell sarcasm. I would have never known that it is in fact possible to raise Dumbledore from the dead, a mormon. You, yes you blog, would not have been born. Music would not have been fully appreciated. Glances needed to be shared would have had no place to call home. Awkward would not have been so prominent. One word: Duncan. My mother's christmas gift would not have been as wonderful. My year not as hilarious. My bed probably slept in ALOT more. I would have never become a member of The Dead Cats Society, Let alone a food chair (food lady) for said club. Ke$ha would not have been as amazing. Likewise Taylor Swift would not have had such a classy impersonator. I would have never wanted a Canon Rebel so badly. Macdrizzle would not have been appreciated and later accompanied by a certain white maclady... (wow didn't know he would be so lonely till now.) "Texting someone while they are in the room" would probably not have met it's full potential. Style would not have been "Kaitlyn'd" all up in my mind. Lights would not have been shared and accepted so graciously. Second Go music video wouldn't have been appreciated and envied. Gossip Girl would be void of an Actual Love story. The lettering on the He is We shirts would not have even been attempted. Silent pauses in conversations occurring in the kitchen would have been awkward. And I would not have enjoyed being away from home as much as I do with Kaitlyn around.

I guess what I'm trying to say is

And thank you for the constant reminder that not all people are lame. Some in fact, are quite extraordinary, and you are. I'm honored to have met you and to be apart of your daily school life. If only for a little while.

Second.
and definitely less enjoyable.
 Finals Week has come and gone and I am happy to be done with that.

Goodbye Snow...

Yes I own a snow hoodie...

And hello snow

Not pictured: Christmas.

Second and three quarters.
Let the record show that it is indeed 3:28 a.m. and Victoria is snoring quite loudly.

Third.
 I have finally registered for classes for spring semester. Hopefully i'll still be here.
My schedule is as follows:

With an addition of institute on mondays and wednesdays at 3:30

Fourth.

I have not done ANY christmas shopping. Ahh... 

Fifth.

I started another blog. It's possibly been seeing more action than this one but thats because it's time sensitive. Again I'm sorry. 

Sixth. 

It has been advised that if you have a bad day, and can't sleep all the night long, and take two finals the next day, on no sleep, and come home to a bed screaming your name, the best medicine, is a future creator of medicine, sneaking like a stealth ninja into your bedroom, and leaving your favorite juice, wrapped in a bow none the less, with a note instructing you on what to do, along with a cheerful, better than hallmark, statement of encouragement or question, next to your head, unnoticed, while you revamp for the rest of the day.. 

(honestly this is the best sentence known to man.)

Thank you. I needed a pick me up. 

I can't tell you, world, how much you are missing out on the opportunity of meeting someone so cool, that they could do something as thoughtful as this. It was simple. But it was indeed the highlight of my week. No lie. Thanks again T. Swift.

Seventh...

Come up with something for number seven.

Well that is all I can think of that has happened... If i remember something else, it is sure to be posted. Pictures will come later. Maybe.....

--me