Well Do You Find You Like to Fall in Love With People That You're Never Gonna Meet?

I barely ever post on here anymore.
I don't even feel like it now, but I feel like I have a duty to post.

The concert was amazing.
It was The Morning Light, This Providence, Sing It Loud, & Ludo.
I realllly liked Sing It Loud. And I liked The Morning Light too.
I took pictures with:
Pat, Nate & Ben from Sing It Loud
Bobby from The Morning Light
& David from This Providence.

I have Beka's sweet sixteen party on Friday.
I have to buy a dress. Ugh.
I'm not really looking forward to it.
I wanted to just be able to rest this vacation but now I have to go out and get her present and a dress tmrw then spend Friday getting everything together.
Not what I want to do.

I want to ask Nick what's wrong with him, why he's being so nice.
But I really don't want to piss him off.
It's just.. like two weeks ago he hated my guts, and now he's nice?
It's not just that he's being nice.. this is like the nicest he's been since we stopped hooking up.
Before, conversations with him were barely understandable. He would always answer with things like "Ok" or "Yes/No" and now we're actually talking.
I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying "I hate that he's being nice."
I like it, I just find it strange.
But that's like me to find things strange.

I feel like postsecreting.
Maybe I will.
I dunno.

I have to write and essay for English class. I really should do that.
Ohhh, we needed a poem for English and I picked:

Some People

Never find the right kind of love.
You know, the kind that steals

your breath away, like diving into snow
melt. The kind that jolts your heart,

sets it beating apace, an anxious
hiccupping of hummingbird wings.

The kind that makes every terrible
minute apart feel like hours. Days.

Some people flit from one possibility
to the next, never experiencing the incredible

connection of two people, rocked by destiny.
Never knowing what it means to love

someone else more than themselves.
More than life itself, or the promise

of something better, beyond this world.
More, even (forgive me!) than God.

Lucky me. I found the right kind
of love. With the wrong person.

-Tricks, Ellen Hopkins

I liked it. Besides, it was the only one of her poems I could find that a.) I understood b.) Didn't have someones name in it and c.) Didn't swear or talk about cutting/suicide.

Ugh, it's already Wednesday. I never have good vacations anymore. I always stress about going back to school. I've been sleeping so much lately, probably because I don't think about stressfull things when I'm sleeping. Waste of time though really.

Ew, it's snowing.

I want warm weather.

xoxo<3