i'm back once again.

here are the statistics for number of posts on this blog:

January. 24.

February. 10.

March. 6.

April. 8.

May. 13.

August. 11.

September. 30.

do you see that huge jump last month? you can thank school for that. less time to write blogs but a lot more things to write about.

so let's return to a topic that is becoming very familiar. Katelyn. hi Katelyn. today we were wearing the same sweater except in different colors. she freaked out. i told her she had two choices to either laugh about it get upset about it and she responded that she was already upset about it. then she resorted to sitting down at a desk with her head down on it. what the heck? you get upset because your friend is wearing the same sweater as you? i bet if Abby and I had worn the same sweater we would have yelled twins and proceeded to skip down the hallway arms linked. well maybe not exactly but we wouldn't sit at a desk and start to cry. did i mention that she started crying the other day in history she started crying when devin brought up the fact that kevin jonas is getting married? ummm, get your act together?

note: this is my burn book. but instead of it just being all about other people everything relates back to me. you read anything in here and you will be reading a piece of me. on wikiHow it says that "a burn book is an extremely bad idea. not only could you lose friends, but if people find it, they COULD hate you." yeah i realize that. that is why now no one can read this except for people i invite. and read this tip that wikihow also has "maybe the last day before graduation put it somewhere like in one of the bathroom stalls and see who gets framed". hahahaha. that would be wonderful if someone did that. but the main point of that whole article was don't get caught but be prepared to. and here i am wanting to publish this. maybe publishing is a bad idea. but really it's just an idea now and it won't even come close to being reality until years from now.

one things that worries me is this blog will just disappear one day. like be gone. everything i wrote would be lost and i would never be able to get it back. i would hate but maybe it would be a sort of signal to move on with me life and leave the past behind. 6:27 is the current time, my birthday. but i sort of like this and i would want to keep it and look back. right now it is here though and right now i am going to look and see if there is a way to back this up.