Man, I can't believe I actually got one of these things.  Mike made me do it.  And what's worse-- I don't even know where to begin. 

I left Florida three months ago.  The last day there was quite possibly one of the best days of my life.  Thanks to all who attended the going away party.  You made it really special.  I miss you all oh-so-very-much.  These past few months have had there ups and downs...mostly ups, I think.  Actually, I don't think I've been this happy in ages. 
As Bianca said, "So as soon as you move away, things start going perfectly. Guys, cool friends, good grades, and penguins."

So, cool friends- Ann and Ciara.  They're on guard.  I didn't really start talking to them until a month after I moved here.  I was intimidated by them, and I didn't think we'd get a long.  But I followed them around everywhere during band camp.  At first I felt like I was intruding, but now I realize that they really wanted me there with them.  That was awesome.  Not to mention, we've started hanging out a lot.  In Florida, to hang out with friends, that was a special event.  Here, it's almost expected.  I haven't been home much.  I keep telling people, "I've been more social here in the past three months than I ever was in Florida."  Which...is kind of sad.  I'm not sure what the plans are this weekend.  I might be going to the Homecoming dance tomorrow...to stand and talk to Ann and Ciara while they dance...because I don't/can't dance.  Ah, and to hang out with Tom.

Good Grades - Progress reports come out soon.  I'm freaked about my Forensic Science class, but everything else, I'm sure I've done well.  I have a 97% in Mythology and a 100% in Senior Reading and Writing.  Actually, the 100% bothers me. 
Yesterday, in American Government, Mr. Hiram made sure he announced to the whole class that I received the highest test score on the Unit One Test.  Then he had to mention that I received the second highest score out of all his classes.  My modesty got the best of me- I started blushing like mad.

Penguins and Guys almost go hand in hand - So it started out with Alex.  He's this...cool ska kid in my Contemporary World Affairs class.  Kinda cute, fantastic taste in music.  So I thought I liked him or something.  We hung out last Sunday.  Went to see the Corpse Bride.  OMG SWEET MOVIE!  And Alex was incredibly polite, too.  Opening up doors for me.  Awww.  Most of my friends didn't want me to go alone with him.  I don't really see the issue.  My mind is kind of preoccupied by...someone else?  And I think his is, too.  We just went as friends who think Tim Burton is fantastic...I hope.  I think most (Chrissy, Ann, and Ciara) thought that our outing would ruin their "plans".
So, I started...hanging out with...hanging around...talking...to this boy- Tom.  He's fantastic.  And...I think we like each other.  The "plans" are to get us together.  It amuses me.  It's like, Chrissy, Ann, and Ciara want Tom and I together more than we want to be together.  Does that make any sense?  So, this boy, he draws me penguins, and he gave me a Johnny Depp/Pirates of the Caribbean poster (yes, the pirate lives on in Michigan).  I so wanted to hug him or something, but ya know, I'm incredibly shy...
Plans to hang out sometime this weekend whether it be at the homecoming dance or my house.
But not alone...not yet.  I'm too afraid of those awkward silences.

Hey, guess what, we bought an air hockey table.  Pretty fricken' sweet, huh?