I went skiing today. It was very pleasant outside. The temperature was just perfect at 50 degree fahrenheit ( took me forever to spell that right) and there were no crowds.  Although everything was perfect I still did a poor job skiing. I guess I just had an off day, which is a shame because I was really looking forward to skiing all day but had very little energy and my legs were killing me from soccer. Oh well, maybe next time will be better. At least I didn't fall.

I've spent the last few days trying to get people to join Student's run Philly style as we are starting up and we like to start with a large amount of people. I've got a freshman so far and i'm fairly sure i can get more people. on another note STUDENT'S RUN PHILLY STYLE free hoodies,free running shoes (running shoes are 80$ you get them for free) free shirts, shiny medals, the ability to say you ran x amount of miles. Starts monday. 

I CAN'T WAIT!

Then comes pancake factor number one.
I listen for your footsteps running up the drive
The food that I'm eating it suddenly tasteless. I know I'm alone now. I know what it taste like.
But nobody cares when it gets in their heads. It gets in their lungs as it floats through the air.
I want to be forgotten and I don't want be reminded.
Birds in the sky you know how I feel. Fish in the sea you know how I feel.
Her she comes. She's gonna break your heart in two.
I lay down my life for you and do you think you deserve your freedom?
You've got her in your pocket. and there's no way out now. Put it in your safe and lock it because it's home sweet home.


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today in the car my mom was trying to imitate a "ghetto philadelphian"...

My mom, in a weird low voice, over annunciating every word: "Give me a cigarette some wuuter ice and a jointt. And may I please have one of them there jawns please. No I don't know what a jawn is, I just want one because they seem to be very popular. Everyone always wants one... I don't know why but they must be good."

... i love my mom.

I'm about to go home. I'm like, dying. I hate bootcamp. I just want a nice refreshing c*******e. LULZ.

<3. I love school though.

188days until move in<3.
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Happy, Happy birthday...from all of us to you...we wish it was our birthday so we could party too...HEY!!!

Today is March 3^rd and it’s Amber birthday so we’re going out to Ruby Tuesday to celebrate after school.

one house, two people,  3 secrets.

When I was in 8th grade, I lost my most precious pet.  His name was White Cloud and he was a white/yellow/blue/green parakeet.  This bird was my absolute life.  I know it may seem odd that such a small animal could mean so much to a person.  Sometimes I feel like people will never understand how much I value animals, especially parakeets.

White Cloud was given to me by my grandma for my 8th birthday.  When he was six years old, he was suddenly diagnosed with cancer.  The veterinarians said that he had a large tumor in his abdomen that was pressing against some major nerve endings.  Veterinarians at the Penn Animal Hospital were unable to save him after putting him under anesthesia.  He was taken off of life support right before my eyes.  Right before he passed, he waved his wing once with a solemn "goodbye" and took his final breath.

That day, I remember going home with my mom and placing his empty cage back up on the table.  We thought that having the cage there would help ease some of the pain.  However, it only made things worse.

Unable to bear the feeling of losing my beloved bird, we decided to go out and buy a new parakeet that day.  This is when I found little Tiger.

Tiger looked exactly like White Cloud when we found him at the pet store.  He was all white and very shy.  We took him home, cleaned out the cage, and welcomed him into our household.

Over the next few months, my pain began to diminish as Tiger grew closer and closer to my heart.  He began to do many of the same things that White Cloud did, like jump on the side of the cage for kisses and bark at unfamiliar objects.  He also loved staring at himself in the mirror and being picky over what seeds to eat.  He even began to change into the same colors as White Cloud as he molted throughout the seasons.

Since then, Tiger has become the spitting image of White Cloud.  I honestly feel like he is White Cloud in a second life.  I could not ask for a better pet parakeet to cherish as much as I did White Cloud.