nine more days of high school left...

and i really wish it would hit me now, instead of in three months like it's probably going to. i would feel better if i cried that last day...or at graduation...or whenever it is you're supposed to. well, maybe not better, but more like i was doing the right thing in the right place.

iron and wine - such great heights (postal service cover)...like being rocked to sleep...perfect for a nothing afternoon