Monkeys.

Okay, I'm avoiding my homework, aka studying for my exam that's in, oh, 9 1/2 hours, and prowling the internet. And I want you all to listen to the song "No. 5" by Hollywood Undead. And listen to Panic! At The Disco. They're also really good. One my favorite songs by them is "Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off." I think that title really sums me up. I'm just in a weird mood and I'm ready for summer and I'm ready to see everyone. Ready for bonfires in my backyard, completely ignoring my parents' rules, tormenting my sister, hopefully camping in my treehouse, playing outside, going to parks at midnight, skinny dipping in amanda's pool, jumping on trampolines, chilling at george's and making fun of the rat dogs, going to the city museum, being able to be the offensive human being that i am and not having to end everything i say with an explanation of my thought process. I'm ready to smoke hookah for the first time, listen to stories of college, observe how people changed, if they act differently, see who's matured, who's become wild, find out how we're growing into ourselves, new revelations, seeing old crushes, recognizing friends that have become as close as blood, laughing for no reason, being able to hug whomever i want whenever i want for no apparent reason, being able to flash, to be naked, not to worry about what you think of me, be able to take care of everyone, play board games, have deep conversations. I'm ready to learn more, experience more, live more. I"m ready. I love college, being independent. But sometimes it's time to go home. I want road trips, drunken escapades, spending all day outside, waterballoon fights, foodfights, to go TPing, a tattoo, an Isuzu Rodeo, a license, a boat, to go to Maine, to go a body of water, to play Egyptian Ratscrew for hours on end,to play Asshole with candy, to go shopping, massages. To sum things up, I just want to see everyone, to see how they've grown. These are the best years of our lives, and I intend to share my amazing experiences with anyone who wants to listen. I want to teach you the things I've learned, I want you to see how I've grown, matured, become more...me. I know this is happening to all of us, and I want details. I want to hear about the shitty times, the times you cried, the times you wanted to break someone's legs, the times where things were so fucking ridiculous that all you could do was sit back and laugh. I want to hear about the amazing times, the times you spent doing nothing with friends while you should be studying, but knowing that it was so worth it. I want to hear about the random adventures, the bizarre stories that come with lack of sleep and pulling all-nighters, the drunken mishaps of you, your friends, and people you don't know. I want to listen to the new music you like, the new art, the new drink, the new activities, the new boys/girls. I want to know what your campus squirrels are like. I didn't start out this entry thinking about those things, I was just going to put up random things like I normally do. Sorry it's so long. Love you all dearly, a bientot.