class of oh one, son

this last year of my life has blasted by. i had my first kiss, my first big crush. i made new best friends and still have the old (amanda, holly, pj, elisabeth, erin, lindsey) ryan is gone and i still think of him everyday. jared ferrell is still just jared ferrell and he still stands me up. such a waste. amanda's in illinois and not here!
i wish i had something significant to write about here. i happen to have nothing.
senior week was a bunch of people getting wasted at a hotel on jekyll; at a really run down hotel at that. i met this guy named mac arthur and we walked down to the beach. i wish that someone sober and less knights of the roundtable would give me the time of day. we sat there and looked at the moon and he asked if he could kiss me, which i allowed and it was sweet. it was also only my second kiss and i was in my right mind, so naturally im going to have a crush on this guy. we've talked once since the other night. he's going away to school. i am too! I AM TOO!
growing up is coming all too fast. i signed next week for my soccer scholarship. for college. COLLEGE!