I have finished To Kill a Mockingbird. It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.

When you think back to your first kiss, your hair is perfect and she was wearing a cool outfit. We remember it with restraint and we remember it with style. We remember it as idealistically as you can think.

I'm just thinking too fast-- much too fast.

I don't think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is.

And how different her face looked the first time she really liked a boy who was not on a poster on her wall. And how her face looked when she realized she was in love with that boy.

So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.