set in the crowd.

these are real nice. letters may or may not make our day. we miss the elder. so. once in awhile. we pull out.....

this. ^
and realize. matt is where he needs to be. where would the world be without elder hock. we reckon in ruins. he's in georgia now. how nice that must be. we hear the skies are gorgeous.

also. swim team. still a joke. we like it though? mckay court. love him. bossman makes a good coach. and knows math. therefore. we get 100. and keven hates the 80s. says nothing good came from it. cept bossman. he came from it. we came from the 90s. Mr. Casey is back. can we just stare at his lips. all the time? we have scheduled a time for senior pictures. though we don't have any desire to take them. that makes us feel weird. finger mustache club? k thanks. sometimes our friends threaten to move to washington. that doesn't fly. and also. the pool is closing. on monday. what will we do then? but we love the monkees. so much. we listen over and over to daydream believer. FCCLA. pres. we are. but we have no idea what to do about that. cause we have absolutely no idea what it is even about. the chef is doing much better. we're sick of this whole. "let us be cold." thing. tomorrow is friday. i left my keds at the pool. bossman refuses to wear a seatbelt. death is on the line. huey lewis. i love you. and the news. you wish you had silly bands like us. tennyson. love him. and we thought junior year was bad. we wake up to neil in the morning. we love russ mayo. we just won't choose. we wish we had a trampoline.
good news. monday. is only 4 days away.
can i get a yesssssah.
word.