Ben stole my sign-off. But it's fine.

I noticed it was going on for quite some time, though I simply let it be because I found such hilarity in the whole thing. He claimed he would do it til I noticed. I noticed. And finally felt bad cause he thinks I don't read his blog. Well, I do. And so I finally "noticed" today.

I love Ben, think he's cute, and read his blog.

Kisses and stuff (instead of "All my love" cause Ben stole my sign-off),

Addy

Life moves too much.

But Matt's shoes will always smell like fire. No matter how much he wears them, they always will. I love that.

I love that Avery will always be afraid of haircuts.

I love that Kate will always play the piano and write in the same cute handwriting and never fail to get me my notes she's written.

I love that Harli and Hayley will always live very near each other and never stop being funny.

I love that Nathan Stukey will always be... Very Nathan-ly.

And I love how Zach Lee will always keep the cold air on - even in the winter.

I love that Parker will always call me Oprah and tell me that we should throw a therapy session.

I love that Gabe will never know what we wrote on the bottom of his shoe freshman year.

I love that Parker will always be the greatest gentleman with the funniest baby pictures.

And I love that Kaitlynn and I will always be twins.

I love how Collin White will always be associated with to techno music and the time we played Apples to Apples in his basement.

I love Tim and Welson simply for being Tim and Welson.

I love that Ben will always blog funny things and play the guitar and write brilliant songs.

I love that Emily will always be in my Journalism class and feel like she still lives in my neighborhood even though she moved away nearly a year ago.

I love that the Colemere's house will always be very full of people and music and shoes that smell like fire.

I love that Laura will always text me when something scary happens.

And I love that I am considering getting a Dark Mark tattooed on my forearm.

Go read good books and eat rice.

All my love, Addy

Can someone say, "PERFECTION"?

Because that would be the only way to describe how these last days have been. Namely yesterday. It was simply the most perfect day that ever occurred. For one, it was pre-Halloween. I enjoy Halloween. I didn't dress up for school. It just didn't quite feel right, you know? Cause it wasn't real Halloween. I'll probably dress up as a witch or a cat or something today, even though it's still pre-Halloween.

Anyway. I did wear my favorite jeggings and my mom's old cheer sweater and my maroon-ish Vans and it was cool. Some very funny boys at my school started a ping-pong tournament without a table, but rather using a hallway during lunch break. They were probably the three most entertaining boys that I have ever discovered. (They even wore short shorts, tall socks, and sweat bands.) Obviously, not everyone loved the ping-pong game as much as I, and it did cause a few fiascoes and swear words to be spewn when grouchy high school students were asked to "please respect the game" and "stay close to the edge of the hallway, please."

I also then learned that Lone Peak had an early afternoon football game right after school, so I rushed home and did a chore or two and rushed up to LP and guess what. I wasn't even bothered by the "old friends." I just happily enjoyed my real friends and talked to people I missed and didn't bother myself with Talon (who, by the way, played extremely well, but what else is new?).

After the game, three of my favorite boys picked us up and we headed to the Colemere's to jam. And eat baby cinnamon rolls. And play pool. And have a piano recital. And watch dance videos on YouTube.

But, of course, no day is perfect without a dance or two. I snuck into a LP dance, but turns out it's very easy, especially when your aunt teaches there. And, of course, no dance is complete without friends and Nathan Stukey dressed as a Jabawokee and having Parker finally teach my how to Charleston.

What a beautiful day.

Don't take candy from strangers... Oh, wait, do.

All my love, Addy