oh me. oh my. oh you. oh yours. oh ours.

[cornball]

writing my autobiography is taking a lot out of me. in refreshing and depressing ways. looking at my past from a different perspective is nice. understanding things differently than how i did in 4th grade is something to get used to when you havent thought about those things since... 4th grade. getting nostalgic makes me feel old but its okay. old isnt bad, just a little sad maybe. it's hard to get very deep on personal things but easy to get overly deep on quite random memories that in some ways mean more than those "big" or "important" memories. like wandering and playing for hours in my nana's yard is seeming more important than my parents getting a divorce. i dunno, childhood seems so far away now. i think about it a lot and how strange my growing pattern really was. though, i bet it wasnt too much different than any other child born in the 80's. all i can come up with is that, childhood really is beautiful. and i wish i was that 4 year old with red cowboy boots happy as can be for just one more day.
i still have ap to do.
and french.
and trig.
and probably, scratch that, definetly.. more rope.

<3 to all. and i mean all.