... I think... By the time we're 63, we'll be living on the moon.

    I have officially lived through sophomore year of high school!  This is cause for much celebration, I believe.  Two years down, two to go.  This makes me think of my sister's friend who told me, right before freshman the whole experience of Duke Ellington is, "You hate it, then it's over, and you kind of don't hate it."  So far she's been right.

    My twin sister, Alice, left for Nicaragua on Wednesday.  We've never been apart for more than a day.  I keep feeling like somebody is missing.  It's strange.  May I just make an announcement on behalf of all twins, don't ask us if we can read each other's minds.  That is possibly the must stupid and most common question I get asked besides, "'Sup?"  Also, don't ask if we're "like, best friends."  Think about how much you see us together?  If it's a lot, probably yes if not, probably no.  Really...

    Recently I've had this alarming feeling of self-hate in my looks.  I took a bunch of pictures today and I can't help noticing how weird my face is.  Well, I think it's weird.  It may be the most normal face ever, but when it's yours and you have as many problems as I do than you can't look at yourself that much, without wanting to never go outside.  Yeah.  It's not that bad, I just get really self-conscious.