breathing and fear

Sometimes I hear myself breathing and I am scared.

Taylor: MY REVENGE

hahahahah lil' taylor. what a cute lil' kid
to be continued.......

Me again.

Hey guys, me again.

Well, I hope that you are all doing as well as I am. Which is pretty good. (^Obviously)
Taylor, call me. No really, hmu.

Poop.

I can do whatever I want! WOOOOO! The blog still exists, and no doubt, Abby is not checking up on it, so I can write about anything I darn well please. It's not as if  I couldn't in the first place, because it's not as if anyone is ever going to read this, but still. It's fun. I mean, I titled the post poop. The summer passed by with some eventful happenings that I will go to no length to describe, except to say that they occurred. Summer has since come to an end, and another school year has begun. Abigail and I are both juniors this year, so basically this is a hectic time for both of us. Tomorrow is Wednesday, which means wild and wonderful and weird and wacky and wawesome, because Wednesday night dinners are to begin again (at least I hope so). Last year, Wednesdays were basically the highlight of my week. So this year it will be even more highighty, because this year, school sucks even more! Hooray! (I still feel like I am having a party all by myself, because no one is reading over this).

We Made Salad.

We are proud of ourselves.

Here is a picture.

Lollygaggin'

I'm pretty disappointed in myself. I must say, I had high hopes for this blog. I mean, I had planned on an abundance of witty entries existing by now. But, obvi, life got in the way. SOoooooOooo. Time to squeeze a whole bunch of things that I had wanted to say into one! I'm leaving tomorrow for a week, and when I get back Abby will be gone for Work Crew :o( It's not exactly the end of the world, but it's pretty much the end of an era because our living together is over. I'm officially disowning Abby after we don't live together (I was only friends with her in the first place so that her parents would offer me a place to live for the summer). Anyway, onto making up for lost blogging time.

CHRIS HEMSWORTH. nuff said. But not really, because I'm going to say much more about that robustly pulchritudinous man. I'm going to say that I could never ogle over someone so much as Chris Hemsworth. He has the most beautiful (Abby says breathtaking) head of hair. Chris wears suits. Chris rides in cars. Chris goes to the beach. Chris does manly things, like slam Ironman through trees. Chris is Thor. I'm overly obsessed. It's a slight problem.

We take him on adventures.





What he said about this: "Your ancestors called it magic." 



It's just love.

Fare thee well, Earthlings,

Taylor

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