You know how sometimes, you have that extreme urge to write whats on your mind, but you have no idea how to span it out or even have it make sense once it is written/typed? Yea, I'm currently sitting in that position.

Drove my grandmother around Miami today. Wasn't too awesome, except I got some stellar Nine West heels for $25 that Camille Belle wore in her Elle spread the other month. I was a pretty happy camper.

It seems like as the days keep rolling by, the realization of how fast life is flying by is smacking me constantly in the face. That really initiative is a lot about how people get things in life, and how fake people are that it makes me want to vomit to an infinite power. But, I'm constantly evalutating myself wondering, "Is something wrong with me? How come no one ever seeks to see how I am lately, or even a hello? Am I that annoying girl no one wants to hang out with? If so, how the fuck did that happen?" I might just be blowing people's minds with how much care I'm straining on this particular subject, but its something that has been bothering me currently.
Bottom line, its outrageous to see how people are and how they treat others, all in a third person perspective.

I know one things for sure: no more of these fake friendships in college, with only like....Celeste, Julia, Kevin, and 2 other people in consideration, because holy shit, not only do the majority of the kids I met suck at keeping in touch, but are so absorbed with how they are socially. Gross Gross Gross.

I miss a lot of people from high school. I was talking to one of my friends and we were just simply talking about how even though some aspects and people sucked in high school, but when it boiled down to it, those were the times of our lives. Never will I forget our 40 person friend group, half of them being the jewish or braniacs of our class, and just having the times of our lives. I remember playing Apples to Apples completely sober at Natalie Romano's house and as 35 people tried to put their input and scream and yell, we had a blast. The consant beach trips with mass amounts of people and the amount of juice boxes that we funneled with alcohol after 3 hours. Even the classes we had all together. We all managed to stay in the same classes, it was ridiculous really, but in a good way. Damn, I miss the majority of those kids.
Some of them I really keep in touch with, but others have seem to dissapear from my life. Some traveling the world and others doing what they do best; school.
I miss you guys a lot.

Other news: I'm on the hunt for a car and it's of course not going to be easy. My mother is being impossible and breaking promises left and right. I'm pretty much spending a lot of my summer catering to my mother and the house, since she's working full time like my dad. But I guess it works out since summer has been less than eventful.

Stoked for the Dave Matthews and Incubus concerts next month. I love both those bands.

However, lately I've been getting really into Iron and Wine and some Ray LaMontagne.
I've always been really big fans, but I guess it takes some swinging in the hammock at 12:30 at night to realize how much you really did love that music.

Well I'm off. It's not like anyone reads this anyway.
Ciao from Miami.