I love you all, I do.

If you knew I was going to die soon, what would you say to me?

Seriously, Knoxville? This is the second shooting in a month. This place is whack.

RIP Ryan McDonald.

I wrote this story for Creative Writing. Be forewarned, it is sad and teary.


When my teacher read this, she liked how "realistic" it was.

President Faust died this morning.

Poor Ramus. My little emo fishy kicked the bucket last night at around 11:30. Que triste. I don't really want to get Bonaroo anymore... Ramus was kinda key to the symbolism behind the fishies. I guess I can take his death to be pretty symbolic, though. Hmm.

Crew practice likes to make me go swimming... It doesn't happen all that often, but when it does, it's usually not that traumatic. The first time it happened, Jose shoved me in (little monster!) as I threw Kailee in on her birthday. Over summer break, Andi convinced me to jump out of our double with her.

Nothing compares to today. My boat has turned traitor and tried to kill me. 

Due to sucky windy weather, the ramp became disconnected from the dock. When we rolled the 8 to take it up, the stern got up the ramp fine, but once the bow of the boat got on the ramp, it started to sink into the river. I tried to step onto the ramp, but it started to roll. Trying to avoid killing the boat, I stepped back, trying to get back on the dock... but the ramp rolling caused the boat to lose it's balance, and come pushing me off the dock into the water. I was 3 feet from shore, I expected to hit the bottom pretty quickly and maybe only get wet up to my knees. Nope. I was totally submerged, and I didn't even hit the bottom. I had to kick my way back up to the dock . It was so nasty. My hair smelled like dead fish and I wanted to throw up and I was shaking really badly. But I had to take the boat up. Oh yay.

My doggie got outside and there was another little doggie out there and he attacked it and he grabbed its leg and when I tried to stop him, he wouldn't let it go and I think it's dead now. And I had to watch the poor little puppy get ripped to shreds. It was traumatizing.

We're surrendering him to animal control today.