This Is It.

I hate school so much. Lets just say that. I mean, don't get me wrong. Education is vital to our success when we all grow up. And going to school is great for your social health. But all I really go to school for is to run and see my friends. Other than that, I just want to graduate. Is that weird?

This morning made me jump inside a little. The morning chill reminded me that it's almost winter, and that track season would be starting soon. I knew I missed cross country. Granted, today was probably the easiest workout of my lift. But nothing compares to a morning of one hour full of jogging, talking, and laughing. It was greatly missed. And thankfully, it's back. Yes, practice will become hellish again and I'll feel like throwing up after track workouts. But nothing could ever make me want to quit or skip practice.
Unless I was sick. Or moving away.

Bored in healthscience, I decided to make my yearly fortune teller for the year. I'm quite proud of what I created during second period with all the limited resources I had. The outside looks horrible, like usual, but the inside is amazing. I themed each fate, sketched a little scenery for the spaces, and even got a [500] days of summer reference in there. Quite a success if you ask me.

If you haven't noticed quite yet, it's the little things that make me happiest. Give me some pipe cleaners, or some sort of shiny foil and it'll make my day.

Finishing my day with one of my most favorite movies, Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, really just helps me sleep with a smile on my face. If only life was really like that. If you could find your musical soulmate. Or something of the sort. Spend one crazy night together, searching for your favorite band, minus losing your drunk best friend in New York. But then again, that would just make things a little more interesting now wouldn't it?
But at the very end, when the two heroes of the story make their way to the subway after skipping the show, Norah doesn't get on the escalator.
Nick, confused, asks whats wrong.
Norah asks if he's disappointed that they missed "it". [the show. right?]
But Nick only shakes his head and says "we didn't miss it. this is it."

I hate being a writer sometimes. I hate being a sucker for words.
Because there are times I wish I could of said that.
And I know there are going to be a lot more times this year that I'll say it.
Where I'll be with the people I love. And realize.
That whatever we're doing. Wherever we are.
This.
Is.
It.