More important.

Man. Maybe senior year is going by faster than I thought. Its almost December now. Then by then there will be a whole bunch of vacations and stuff and then when you don't notice...its Summer. I can never remember whether or not the names of the seasons should be capitalized, so why don't you help me out. But yeah, come Summer (summer?) I'm a high school graduate, along with all my homies out there.

Sometimes I look for excuses to hate stuff, you know. Never people. I never look for excuses to hate people. When I say "stuff" I mean more like...life. And I don't know why its hard for me to admit that I've enjoyed things. Maybe its just the part in me that wants to be too cool for you. But of course, that's unrealistic and only in my dreams. I do it anyway. I know why it is, its my own insecurities. I don't want to look like a fool and show you emotion, because its much easier pretending you hate something than admitting you like it. Don't ask me how that is. I'm a complex person. But yeah. Hey, I think I need to put some pictures on here. What do you think? Later.