If you had the opportunity to write as a career, what would you write?

i actually would really, really love to write for a magazine. thats so specific, right? i really like writing about people, and even when im just like walking around i basically and always writing a story in my head. and embarassingly enough, i totally have like four diaries full of random stories i make up. i think this is because im ALWAYS reading. its so ridiculous.

that was like one line and it took me forever.

not much new here. im going to All American Rejects next next sunday, so thats pretty much the best thing ever. im marrying Tyson Ritter. its okay that he doesnt know it yet, i can get over that.

French is hard again, which sucks. i HATE verb tenses. honestly, ive gotten along just fine for the past five years speaking in present tense, i think ill be alright if i never have to conjugate a subjunctive, or analyse another "si" clause again. which is pretty convienant, since i have roughly four weeks left in my french career.

i have another choir thing again tomorrow. choir at my school is so intense this year. that sounds like a HUGE oxymoron, im aware. but in all seriousness, i sometimes just want to shake some of the people and be like "chill out, its only choir". it upsets me to see everyone freaking out about who beat who in the all region audition, or who needs to work on their sightreading. i think im most likely just over tired or something. i have been spending a lot of time in the choir room lately, so im sure that contributes, also.

im reading Out of Africa for ap english. it started out like death, but its actually getting a lot more intesting. that being said, if you ever happen to move to Africa with the intention of running a coffee farm with your husband slash cousin, dont write a memoir. just dont do it. no one will want to read it. thats my public service announcement.

and with that, im going to take care of the large burn underneath my eyebrow. shoutout to Dot, who has witnessed this burn. it happened again. cut my life into peices.

kaybye
-kelly