Today was my last day of work. I will miss it, in a way...it did feel a little sad packing away my coffee cup which I used all of 3(?) times.

I'm sick of the way I blog. I must buy some new-type books so as to immerse myself in a much hipper way of talking. I've read too much Stephen King lately. Man, am I done with that for a while. Unless Aaron finishes his copy of Cell soon.

this summer should be:
bikes!
road trip!
books!
spanish class!

Everything is ending.
Right now, I'm just waiting to see who I become. And to hurry it along, I'm getting a haircut next week (after graduation, for the sake of my poor parents who want normal graduation pics) and dying it with pink streaks.

I saw this yesterday, and it made me nauseous and thankful at the same time.