Jessa cooks better.

Oh hey guys, Taylor is a good cook. In fact, today, she burned garlic (It's more complicated to cook than it sounds. Oh wait... maybe not....), dumped out her nasty grease BEFORE realizing she had more squash to fry, and last but not least, cooked her chicken in italian salad dressing. Typical college student. And then had the NERVE to hack my Facebook!! What a freak.
I'm emotionally scarred, and I could sue.
Or just humiliate you in cyberspace. Oh wait, no one reads this crap....  yet.....

Peace from me, Abs.

GRAB YOUR TORCH AND PITCHFORK...Abby is a witch!

I'm just taking this opportunity to explain my undying love for Abigail Wood Holdsworth. I realize that by writing out the whole name, it sounds much like I am confessing a much different sort of love. But I mean it in a completely non-lesbian way. (one should never have to explain such things.) Anyway...
I just creeped on her other blog [which I hope you (if you exists outside of the world of Abby and I) will explore], and my little heart just swelled up, much in the same manner as a frightened puffer-fish. Only my heart was full with pride and love, but a puffer is just full of gas... The point of this being, in the time that I have known this girl (really I should say young lady), I have become so so attached. In knowing Abby, I have experienced something that I just haven't experienced in any of my prior relationships (if you are squeamish and have an aversion to mushy gushy crap, now is the time to stop. even if you don't... it's about to get rough). I have felt what it feels like to honestly adore someone, in a way that is true and unselfish. I don't know what it is like to have a child, but I'm seriously comparing this to the stuff that parents talk about.
So, readers beware, she might be a witch, because I didn't know anyone could make me love them that much (especially not a high school girl), and yet she did... Which leads me to believe, Abby has cast a hex or something on me. So that was the whole point of this one... To warn you against the dangers of knowing Abbs.

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.