Just leave us to our own devices.

Im not putting this in paragraphs. sorry. sort of.

 

I went to Sacramento for a student journalism conference and it was a lot of fun, just talking to other student journalists, and just journalists and participating in competitions and workshops and getting to know the people who work on the newspaper i write for. Hanging out with new and newer friends and writing articles during hella long days and later nights. I didnt want to come home. I was kind of bummed comming home from work tonight, but then I was thinking about this summer, and started thinking about the time Stephanie and I threw Owen a birthday party (two weeks after he was found) and how we tried to make him a cake and did…kinda….we didnt put enough greese in the pan and so it came out of the rectangular pan in pieces, so we kind of just pushed the peices togther and put frosting over it. It was ace and I have a feeling that he would have loved it. and that would have been such a fun party. We even had streamers, black and orange ones, and black and orange paper plates and cups and black and orange balloons and most of us got all well dressed because one time Owen said something about how he missed how people used to get dressed up and shins. But I remember applying the frosting to this amazing cake and Steph and I laughing so hard, and how it felt so good because nither of us had in weeks. And I laughed about it tonight on the rest of my walk home. I remember that cake everytime I bake anything now.

So that’s all the cool stuff I’ve been up to and I’m really tired right now, but I got to get some homework done, because friday is my 23rd birthday and quite frankly, I don’t want to do anything school related except go to my journalism class.