The Toaster: Thus, it ends in a blazing ball of...strawberrie ice cream.

I'm begining to wonder if it will ever seank in. It hasn't yet, or rather perhaps it has, and somehow I've found closer to this impecable problem we all seem to find ourselves in. Or the mostlikly option is my brain has not yet comprehended this new information.

The information that I will never be able to go back.

And why in heavens name would you want to? Today many things happend, something strange, something normal, and something unexpected.

The normal? I argued with Mr. Barrett about lifes inner meaning. Strange? He somewhat had a point, and unexpected? I might agree with him.

The point? Missing things. You don't need to miss something to show you loved it, you need to learn from it, grow from it, and most of all, embrace it will all your might.

Being happy isn't haveing everything perfect, its taking all the little good things, stringing them together and making the good better and more then the bad.

Thats from a movie I saw tonight with two of the most awesomest people I will ever have the chance to meet. Just us three girls, it was relaxing in a way knowing we could just be girls and not have to worry about what the guys would think.

Which is a fancy way of saying, if we cried, we wouldn't be emberessed.

And we did. Which is good and well because we all need to every now and then. As I watched that movie, I seemed to be awar of everything around me other then I guess...myself.

It was as if a sense of calm setteled over me and no matter what, nothing in the universe could interupt that moment in that old crappy movie theature. Like no matter what happend from there on out, everything would end okay.

Nothing could of pulled me out of that transe. I was completly awar that the speaker right above me was old and slightly squeeking, the people two rows up would soon be my class mates, and from the posistion I sat in, my legs looked skinnier then in reality.

Then we did what all important people do before they embark on a journy with unknow outcomes.

We got ice cream, in cone form to be sure.

And then, with ice cream cones in hand, we piled into one of those small picture booths to take one last look at our fomral selves before highschool, and life, and pain changes us.

I hope the pictures arn't a sign of things to come, they wern't glamerouse, but they were us.

And when we came out of that picture booth, with the same ice cream that we went in with, *some on my shirt, mind you* we were no longer the proud, brave, 8th graders as we had been, but freshmen, scum of the earth.

We then proceded to run out of the mall which was closed at the time, like the little middle schoolers we are at heart.

Cheers to the begining.