This is the aforementioned seawood soup with noodles. I eat it, like, every other day or something.

What do I have to say or what am I saying.

I am excited about seawood soup, clean laundry, "bed-in-a-bag", sleeping in (almost too much), perfume, already planned Father's day gifts, long lost cameras and photos (what is new for me, losing a camera and getting it back?), going to see Celisse, less than three weeks left of school, having homework squared away for once, good friends, and food food food!

Not stoked on: skin that hurts around your fingernails, boys who ask me out, grades, waiting a hundred years for payday, and not having time to read a book.

Mostly my quest in life is just to find a shampoo to rely on.