Blank Sheet of Paper

I almost made it all of May without posting one little thing on here, but, alas, I decided, why not? I don't hate May all of that much (it's certainly not February), so why should I be so mean to it? So, here you go, May. Your own little post, all for you. I hope you're happy now.

And good-bye to terrible old February. Today marks the beginning of a much better start. P.S. Happy Casimir Pulaski Day!

9 more days until DC. 4 more days until this bittersweet month is over. 2 more school days until spring break. CAN.NOT.WAIT.

Chinese New Year, that is! To all of my Tiger friends and family, may this year bring you the best of everything!

When I first walked into the store, it grabbed me with its vibrance. But then I though: Me? With a yellow purse? Am I crazy? The obvious answer is yes, I am crazy, so of course I bought it, and now it's one of my newest favorite things. How could it not be? A lovely bright color attached to me whenever I go out, and especially with all of this madness going on around me how could I possibly overlook all the possibilities that it represents?

You DO know! Now this may seem mean - -I mean, my god, if you actually heard me saying this, it would be the closest you have ever come to hear me yell - -but I honestly think that you do know. And if you really don’t know, at least not for certain, you do at least have a pretty good idea. And I don’t know if you’re trying to spare my feelings if the answer is what I think it may be, but suck it up. We’re both adults, we’ve both been in this boat, so just tell me.