Ahem...

Excuse me while I go and chase after my childhood... *scrambles away*

OH MY GOODNESS! WE ARE HIGHSCHOOLERS!!! As Laurie so eloquently put it, 'We are people who think we are adults, but really aren't.' We are at that extremely awkward age where we want our freedom, and think we can have it, but really wouldn't know what to do with it - or, perhaps, we would know what to do with it, but we know all the wrong things.

On Tuesday, I was asked what grade I was in by an eighth grader. I responded 'Tenth.' And then we were both silent. She, because she then knew that she was the youngest by two years, and I, because I was astounded by the simple fact. I am old. I've always thought that highschoolers are old - even this past year, if somebody talks about highschoolers... they just seem old. And now I am old...

Anyway, on to less mind-boggling things (such as age) and on to the weather...

I HATE IT! Oh my goodness! All I want to do is sit outside for maybe - just MAYBE - half an hour. What? Is that too long for you Mother Earth? You prefer to let it rain and thunder? Oh, then by all means! You haven't had enough bad weather the past eight months? Well, go ahead and spoil June as well. I think we're all okay with it. Are we? Are we, people? It is hailing at this very moment. My brother is out doing his paper route. Sucker.

Well, I have Savior of the World practice tonight, and chores to do, so I had best log off. I will write again soon!!