What a horribly wretched blog this is. I suppose I shall delete it come July. I was full of spunk in the beginning, a bundle of scratchy cleverness and wit. I've stepped out of the blogging scene, returning only to read up on a more successful blog and marvel at the consistency with which my fellow blogger updates us on her projects. If I had a project I would doubtlessly fill you in in an instant- unfortunately, many moons have passed since I retired to my desk and hammered down an assembly of fun wooden decals. Tomorrow is the last day of school, and I am still waiting for a melancholy 8th grade nostalgia to set in. My year book has failed entirely in the respect that I look at it and just wonder how it was possible that LifeTouch screwed over every shining face of my regularly photogenic fellow students. I suppose that year books were originally created to serve as a lovely memento, a bargain at $20 considering the lasting memories it inspires. But every year the yearbook staff does that annoying thing where they cut around the heads of people, I suppose to create more space for other luminescent, spandex-clad beauties, but it really just creates the effect of tackiness, a testimony that my classmates really don't have ears. (This is somewhat random- let me explain. Ears are very tiny creatures, and in pictures are almost impossible to cut around without amputating them altogether. And once you've suggested that someone's ear is maybe only a partial ear, it's better to just slice off the whole thing and have away with it altogether, as it raises the argument that it may just be hiding behind the hair instead of existing as 1/2 ligament.)

There is never any closure to these posts. This is because I usually run out of steam before I've said what I want to say, and "The End," however effective it may be, always suggests that it followed some sort of story.