a hundred ships a day

"brandy" was on the radio tonight; it's officially summer vacation.

i have yet to get sentimental. i wrote a few things that indicate otherwise, but i truly don't feel it. then again, it was only yesterday that i left the gaither senior parking lot for the last time in my life, so perhaps it will catch up with me later. who knows? maybe i'm heartless and will never care enough.

i'm so full of it. i know as well as every other girl reading this that i'll be crying pretty hard next tuesday. hopefully i'll be able to keep it under control. if not, that's life; you're born, you learn, you die, and sometimes you get whip-lash in between.

take for example the time i did the running bunjee with sweeney yesterday - prime example of delayed whip-lash.

i guess what i'm trying to say is that i'm eighteen and i have no idea what the hell i'm talking about. i hope you don't mind, because i'll wonder for life this while you're in the world.

fin.