I won the wintergirl trip over the border into dangerland.

I am super proud of being an American, but we fail our veterans every day.

I picked up one of the books and flipped through it. Don't get me wrong, I like reading. But some books should come with warning labels: Caution: contains characters and plots guaranteed to induce sleepiness. Do not attempt to operate heavy machinery after ingesting more than one chapter. Has been known to cause blindness, seizures and a terminal loathing of literature. Should only be taken under the supervision of a highly trained English teacher. Preferably one who grades on the curve.

I can’t tell anymore when I’m asleep and when I’m awake, or which is worse.

Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.

I am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through.

I sit at a table close to his desk. Ivy is in this class. She sits by the door. I keep staring at her, trying to make her look at me. That happens in movies - people can feel it when oother people stare at them and they just have to turn around and say something. Either Ivy has a great force field, or my lazer vision isn't very strong.