let's see, it's been a month. i bet so much has happened. oh yeah, went to history day, that was fun. flew back via airtran airlines in time for prom. chris made the run-offs. and lauren got mad because he paid just as much if not more attention to me than her. i can see why. i need a shower. i have a headache. the english AP exam was...interesting, i don't care if i pass or not. i dont want to graduate or go to college. and i don't want to leave. dunedin is so hot...the sun is scorching. i miss too many people. and i helped my dad clean out the van. got more memories, more of the legacy, and more photos. more manuscripts, as well. i also got that marble clock he'd wanted to pawn. mike and i had a marvelous night, last night. we made love. weird to type, cause it's not sex. we didn't have sex. i mean, you could actually call it making love. one thing, though, he didn't smooth my hair. and i want that. i'm watching anywhere but here. i wish i could have the time and talent to write out my story. i don't know where i left off with the sarah story..but i'll keep going. sarah was awesome. we'd go to TacoTuesday every week, we even had a tab. sarah and her family were like my second family, in a lot of situations, they filled in for my real family. i was there for most if not all holidays...my dad was always working, so was my mom. sarah and i spent over 8 hours playing monolopoly one night. we spent an entire day riding our bicycles about town. we refer to it as our "now and then" day.. like, from the movie. we rode everywhere, then came back to my house. it had just been recently leased, and smelled of berries. we wiped windows that night. i remember..that summer, for her birthday, i got her lotion, foot scrub, and a piggy bank "Alfred," also, a light switch plate "SplinkSplink." the lotion, more commonly referred to as "smell good" would last until...well, it lasted quite a while. we painted her room...i don't know, twice? i think. yeah. dark blue, then an assortment of colors. always fun. we baked cookies. very good ones, might i add. i don't what it is about sarah's cookies, they were to die for. we sewed, too. pillows. in the shapes of stars. mine is still in the bedroom closet. and we talked a lot. about everything. sarah was my right hand man. and we were so funny together, too. i don't know why, but my biggest, beltiest laughs are drawn from sarah and stuff she says. our senses of humor completely complement eachother. my head hurts. and i don't like the sun.