Tata Jesus is bangala!

Ever get the urge to just write? That's me at this instant.

I don't know if you're aware that I've kept an actual journal religiously throughout high school, but I have. I should be writing in that right now, since I haven't since June 9th. But I don't want to. Because that entry will have to be serious and sad. I'm tired of being sad. I want to be happy, dammit. Isn't that the point of summer? Why would I exchange relaxation for stress?

Oh right, because Manassas sucks. *negative*

I just finished rereading Poisonwood Bible. I'm pretty sure that it's my favorite book of all time. I find myself stopping every page to think about the symbolism and how everything ties together. Kaminsky taught me well.

"To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know."

Now I need to find another book to occupy my time. Maybe I'll reread A Thousand Splendid Suns, which may be my second favorite. Apparently I like stories of women in peril... Or maybe I'll read Harry Potter, because sometimes you just need that sort of friend: the one who's always been there.

I can't wait to see Toy Story with you tomorrow. :)

I hope pre-camp goes alright. I don't know anything much about the drum line director. Fingers crossed.

Blogging is fun. I like it. Now onto the real journal...