cold days. pizza. crushed street salt jeweling the pavement. dance parties with little sisters to tim mcgraw and brad paisley and phil vassar and carrie underwood. more pizza. random phone calls. perfect pair of jeans. sleeping on the floor with my feet over the heater and my hair practically suffocating me. haha. and laughing. see, i still appreciate good things. im not all complaints. too bad you can only sit where you're sitting and enjoy the beautiful background, because you can't even read what i wrote. so you probably think this is all more of my endless complaining.  my boss was almost pleasant today. josh drove up for my lunch break just to..watch me eat pizza? apparently he didn't want any. he must be dying. i just realized that if/when i move to colorado next june/july, not only will i still be 17, but i'll be leaving my little sisters and my little brother behind...not to mention my parents. but that always seemed to just be part of growing up --"moving out and leaving your parents." but what about my little sisters? i'm their hero. they want to be like me when they grow up. but...i'll be gone. and my little brother? no more harry potter marathons? no more lord of the rings marathons? no more beating him up? and my mom..no movies together, no writing together, no fighting together, no driving together, no dance classes together, no more duets. it's different with my dad, i'll miss him like crazy, but he can still be my long-distance rock. i'm not really sure if my older brother is moving out before i do or not. either way, i will miss him like crazy. he is so stupid and silly and..my best friend. monday night, after a four-hour rehearsal, he came into my room while i was laying on the floor like the half-dead dancer i was, flopped on my bed, and we laughed for like 2 hours. my mom got mad though, cuz i was supposed to be sleeping. ooh well. wow. that was long. | 
