YOU'VE NEVER BEEN TO MAINE?

I've never been to Maine. Tavia thinks she and I should go to Maine today. She does think that. I agree. Jess wishes that we weren't both blogging. It's the last day of podcasting. Tomorrow is technically the last day of Journalism but we have an assembly so today is really the last day until finals on Friday. I am ending my year with Roberto Verde for the second year in a row. BAM. Why am I typing like Emeril Legassi. I pretended that I know how to spell his name. Here's to Jake Nelson and Roberto Verde and gluten-free cookies with Bourbon in them and here's to narcoleptic dogs and shootout shoutout shirts. Here's to unnecessary thirty-minute podcasts, and changing the name of our publication about eight million times and T.O.'s grooving skills and to random people invading our classroom and to never working and to buckling down and to those girls' podcast about body mods and genital piercings. Here's to blogging and to tickling Tavia with her USB and to being afraid of Jess's ancient cat and to her little brother texting Tavia and to missing the seniors I never even talked to and to making new friends and keeping old ones. Here's to loving life and it being almost summer, and here's to Journalism. Lovelovelove infinity.