Ten After Two...-Maria

No posts by either of us in about two weeks. Sorry. I can't really speak for Ayana, but I'll go ahead and say I haven't had a whole lot of time.

When one is awake at ten after two in the morning, you know you're in trouble. So here we go.

I moved up to the next grade (as if anyone thought I wouldn't...right?) without dying. I really am surprised, to say the least. Well, it's actually a large mix of emotions. So, I'll go ahead and go on and on about stuff that none of you really care about, okay? Okay.

I'm actually happier this year than I ever was last year. I never laughed, or smiled, even, as much as I have in the past few weeks. I only have my friends, es, real friends to thank for that. You all mean so much to me. I'm sure some of you will never see this, but I still want to say it.

I suppose the difference (because every reaction has a cause, does it not?) is the fact that my friends are with me more. Last year, I only shared classes with two friends...more like one, actually. And the class I had with her was at the very end of the day, so I had so much to endure on my own. This year, at least one of you has a class or two...or all of them...with me. I don't know how or why it happened, but I'm thankful. I love you all. So much.

We consider ourselves a sisterhood...I think we'll come up with a name for ourselves this week. And, as you know, I write fanfiction and a bit of original fiction. You just might be seeing some "Misadventures of _______" once we figure our name out. So expect that this month...I'll also do an update on Holly and publish another fanfic entitled Miss Perfect in the Twilight fandom.

Also, I decided to take French as an elective this year. I love it. I never knew learning a language would be this entertaining. Well, how would I know? I was barely a year old before I was able to speak full sentences. But French is equivalent to love. It's amazing. I recommend you take it.

And this post took me about fifteen minutes. Writing is love, French is love, friends are love, life is love. My outlook has changed a bit, hasn't it?

XoXo,
Maria