Call me a hopless romantic, call me just plain pathetic, I am what I feel, and tonight I don't feel that much.

“Time doesn't always heal: it just breathes and swallows memories like the seasons change - sending showers; beating flowers into the mud. And nothing is forever in this place. Nothing but the way my heart fits in your hands; the held breath of hope.”

This weekend I'm going to Washington, DC. I kind of excited, skipping school Friday and trying out for the high performance team because the head of my league asked me too. I have a tournament their this weekend anyway. So we went to Walmart to buy snacks and other things, Tom O'Daniels was in Walmart. his baby sister is sooo cute. Did you know they have a whole aisle dedicated to ethnic hair products, I didn't until today. Anywho there are always such trashy people just like walking around. I feel less classy being there. My mother only got me to go cause she promised to take me to Red Lobster after, it was delicious. Angela ate four tacos at dinner today, I wasn't there but she told me about it. I packed for Washington, I tend to over pack, but whatever. 

I love when people tell me stories, I ask people too all the time. People always say they can't are don't tell them well. So I continue my quest for the perfect storyteller.