If I end up to applying to a college north of here and get accepted, will you please intercept the letter before it comes to my house.

I always threaten to cry in the cold, but today I think that I literally was crying before the cross country race. Standing on the starting line in tiny shorts, a T-shirt, and the flimsy uniform tank top with a huge gusting wind from the pond and a temperature of like…42 degrees? I never used to mind things like that, but I’m becoming a baby in my old age and I’m seriously like disgusted by the thought of an entire winter coming up.

Time is going soooooooooooo fast! For once I wish the weeks felt longer because I have so much stuff to do (in school and outside of school) and no time to get it done! Maybe because I waste so much time here…on xangetta.

PLEDGE: No going to xanga.com until next Monday. If you notice intense withdrawal systems in the next few days, don’t be alarmed. Maybe get help if I start shaking badly.

Until THEN…