Every Little Thing.

Well, here goes a new blog. We'll see how long I keep up with this.

Things haven't exactly been going the best. Last night, I was crying so hard that I woke my mom up. I ended up convincing my dad that what I really needed was to get out of the house, and he drove me around Richfield randomly for about twenty minutes. No talking the entire time. No radio. Just silence and pretending I didn't know where I was.

Y'know, you'd be surprised what you find when you make your mind do that. As soon as you make your surroundings unfamiliar to you, there's just so much more to see. Comparing houses to the type of homes you'd like to have for your own someday; imagining what the people on that specific block are like; picturing the innards of the house - what kind of decorations does it have? What are the rooms like?

I don't know how to describe it. There was just something sentimental about it.

It was probably imagining having a life of my own. Living under my own roof and all that. But either way, the entire drive had a mellowing effect, and I tried to sleep when I got home.

Andy came over today too. I was supposed to spend the night at his house yesterday, but considering how I've been lately, the parents weren't exactly all for it, so we just rearranged it so that he came down from Watertown, and we crashed in my living room for a while. Then we went sleeding with the Weedbook Bitches, which was absolutely amazing. To be honest, I hate snow, but I was having too much fun to complain too much until it was getting towards the end of our trip.

The five of us studied at Cassie's after that, and it was hilarious to say the least. I can't even explain how much I love those four. Andy in a different way than the others, but you know what I mean. We have to give a speech from Julius Caesar tomorrow, and we're wearing togas and putting it to the tune of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. It'll be incredible.

Maybe I'll actually get through tonight okay. The chances are slim, but I'll hope for the best.