“Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today.”

I need to study unit three vocab;
I need to translate a short story from Spanish into English;
I need to charge/fix my phone;
I need to be home;
I need to write a brief reflection on the documentary "Death in Gaza";
I need to thank Hedieh for that;
I need to do laundry, specifically my pajamas and underwear (normal-warm cycle!);
I need to make two thank-you notes;
I need to either call my dad or suck it up and stick around at practice this afternoon;
I need to remember those surveys and interviews, GH2;
I need to take an airborne;

I need to include parenthetical citations in my research paper for english;

I need to find AA batteries for my digital camera;

I need to read a few chapters The Great Gatsby, something i actually want to do;

I need to not forget my mess kit this time!;
I need to change my shirt;
I need to remember to tell you 'sorry' and 'i love you';
I need to rid myself of horrible urges;
I need to tell Kaitlin what was really written in that text message I sent to LaMaya yesterday;
I need to breathe....
I need to stop making this list.

inspiration on the internet:

I love fortunes from fortune cookies, even if they are corny or cliche. 

I found this picture accidentally, and I really like it.

This is so great. (memories of "epic candle making")

This was on yahoo today. : ]

*Edit: As an added bonus, the asker's name is Sarah, and notice the first part of the answer below it. Haha.

My life

Currently,

I'm in love for the first time in my life.

I'm sixteen years old, so this is probably totally normal.

But it feels like the most special thing in the world.

And this feeling has just been getting stronger, as time passes, but I'm completely sure of how I feel and all of my emotions. It's hard to express exactly what I'm experiencing on a daily basis.

But it's amazing.

[he's incredible. and the nicest boy i've ever known.]

: )

And there is more I wanted to say.

I write in journals a lot, ever since the summer after freshman year.

And I'm saving them, but I don't know why I'm keeping them.

I entertain fantasies of myself reading them again when I'm much older and looking back fondly on the memories. I don't know.

There's a part of me that would love to save them and show them to my future children, if I ever have or adopt children (especially a daughter). But then again, that would be disastrous. : ]

I don't think they should ever read some of it, but there are other entries and pages I would very much like to share. 

But I'm not writing a story, I'm not writing for any other purpose except that I like to. It's ironic that I had to create a blog so that I could spill my feelings about my journal. That don't go into my journal. 

Because that would be even more ironic, right?