There's a seat here for you, if you want. =)

It's been a jelly-filled year. Sticky and sweet.
And before I know it, I'll have eaten the last bite and licked my fingers clean.
Where did it go? I couldn't have really eaten all of that already.
The future is a blurry windshield and dull headlights. I strain my eyes but all I see is a few inches in front of me. I trust. I learn. Buy another color of nail polish. Pay another fee. Apply for another scholarship. Mend another friendship. Sing a new song. I pray.

All those years of begging to be older have finally paid off. Right when I don't want to get any older. Oh the irony. :)

Harry Potter Wedding.

If that doesn't sound like a party, then you don't know what you're talking about.

That is party.
Danny and Ethan both agree to marry me under those circumstances. Brad is still thinking about it. You're all invited. I am a little bit obsessed with this idea. :D

I wonder if no one notices

when I go to my locker, pull out a notebook, wait around a while and eventually put it back in?
I almost hope that someone does, because I'll bet it's pretty ridiculous to observe. Almost as absurd as you trying to not look like you're waiting in the crowded hallway. Turned around, hesitant at first, your words rinsed, chopped, and tossed together. There is no superficial, at least, none that's working. I see you, you see me. We're on the same page. We don't want sunsets or romance or exclusivity. You keep your left socks separate from your right ones; you never pair off. Brilliant. There's nothing striking in your eyes, and there are no sparks from your hands which have rarely touched mine. What is striking is the conversation we create while everyone around is listening in the hall where I pretend to need a notebook.