Pray Tell, Do You Have The Time?

There is a reason that this post is not called "What Time Is It?"

Really though, I don't think that the hands on the clock are moving at their traditional pace. (On an unrelated note, there are HANDS on a clock FACE? Weird. Yes. Shouldn't it be a nose, eyes, and a set of lips?)

Hey YOU! You should leave me a comment. So that I know who is reading this. That would be nice.

Blaaaaah blaaaah blaaaaah. Thoughts. Brain. Communication.

How about a train of thought:

Messages. Facebook. Hair out of my face. Taelor's mystery Tumblr that is about me. Smiling. Including everyone. Foxtrot. I am always thinking about the foxtrot lately. And it is YOUR fault. (Not all of you, just one specific you.) Tomorrow is a B day. Seminary Ballroom 2 AP Calculus Commercial Art. THE BUS! I GO HOME TOMORROW!!!!!!!!! And then the weekend. Provo competition. Not dying. Writing myself notes. Blah blah blah. Wanting to write notes to others, but is it a good idea? Teasing. Smiles. Springtime. Chinese. You know the Germans make good stuff. Epic. Pwned. DFTBA.

How much do I know about me?

On that note of insensibility, I shall bid you a goodnight. I'll miss you. Talk to you tomorrow.

B)

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