Thippawithett.

Cape House Painting 2004 was absolutely smackulent. I love Ms. Mastroianni, and now that this whole student teacher thing is behind us we can officially become best friends for LIFE.

Last night dear, dear Bryan provided us with a delicious, somewhat illegally distributed copy of Cold Mountain, so Kristina, Alison, Natale, Ian, and I joyfully watched it, taking complete pleasure in the fact that the rest of the world is forced to wait until next week to see Jude and Nicole in all of their glory.

And now that I have officially been home for 24 hours, it is time for me to hit the road once again and head off to an exhilerating college orientation. I'm not sure how I feel about this nomadic lifestyle. I do know that it makes my parents like me more because they don't have time to get irritated with me and vice versa. Interesting.

No day but today.

"Forget regret or life is yours to miss."

I love RENT.

Pig Fetus.

So this is what it's like.

I can't think of any words.

Except for one.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

There will never be a sequal to E.T.. This knowledge is useful in case anyone spent 2 years of THEIR lives patiently waiting for it to happen. But I think I may be the only one in that particular bateau.

Then again...it seems to me that good things DO in fact come to those who wait.

Interesting.

What do you sink?

So I couldn't have asked for a better Beach Week.

When I get the pictures back, I'll show anyone who's interested and give them the play by play, because honestly I can't really remember any specifics at the moment. They're kind of all smashed together into one magical mass of Disney.

I missed everyone terribly and have some major catching up to do, so it's high time I got started!

I have to go and fetch my diploma tomorrow.

I hope I didn't bring whatever was biting my feet and legs in Florida home with me. I have enough itchy welts to connect them and form an Eiffel Tower.

If the past few weeks are an indication as to what this summer's going to be like, then HOT DOG let's get this party started!

Whee.

Someone I know is Charming Charming Charming. And it makes me nervous. But you know what?

It's better than fine.

Four Melons

No more full days of school.

No more waking up at 6:00 AM and leaving at 6:55 AM to try and be number 4 in the parallel parking line.

No more sprinting to lunch to be at the front of the line, getting the good garlic bread, and a seat at the lunch table. (I'm anticipating a Lunch Lady Retalliation reminiscent of what Samm got to the Pasta Article for that comment. LJ is just an easy way to spy on people, after all.)

I was watching Ten Little Indians last night, and it was odd to see us, 9 months younger and without a clue as to how the year would go. I didn't know that I'd be a part of it at all. But none of us knew how spectacular Boston Globe would end up being, or how awesome the musical was. I started the year as one thing, and will leave an affected and slightly different one. But I do like to think that I have no regrets, at least none that I can do anything about anymore. There are few things I'd change about this year. I have learned and experienced more over the past 9 months than I ever thought I would. I couldn't ask for more.

What we have here is a majestic river otter.

Okay so, all of a sudden, it hurts to speak and I'm overcome with the need to go to bed, and it's only 5:00.

Who gets sick in May? Who? Who?

Me.

Awesome. I think I'll celebrate with some ice cream.

Finals are a joke.

Ms. Bolarinho's back. For now.

Hard to believe that this week's the end.

No more delicious $1.50 pasta days, fat American burger/fries/cookie days, or better yet, shepard's pie days.

I wish Mr. Lew and Ms. Mastroianni would pull a Mr. Feeny and come teach me in college. That would be great.

I think I'll go see about that ice cream and watch me some Ten Little Indians. Just because.