We Had a Fight on the Promenade Out in the Rain

I'm kind of disappointed with myself, because, well, I haven't written in here very much. It feels as if I haven't written anything at all for months, so when words just begin to pour out as they did yesterday, they don't sound very nice at all.
Runiteking1 told me about his blogroll, and when he told me how to get it, it wasn't there, so I apologize for not having one for now.
This is the last real week of school, but it doesn't feel as if we might not be here for more than a day next week, because our schedules didn't seem to slow down. And now, with four days left, oh my.
In Chemistry, there were six more minutes left in class when Lacey asked me to sign her yearbook, but Erica had her pen. She thought I wouldn't be able to sign it and that she wouldn't see me again for the rest of sophomore year because she was going out of town after fourth period. This may sound like a personal story that shouldn't belong on a blog on the internet, but I have to say that it was the most emotional moment of my day. We looked at each other knowingly, and it was truly knowingly because everything that happened this year must have really hit us hard at that moment. There were many, many obstacles, some of which were never expected, and the hardest moments came every now and then, and we would cry when things got really bad. Slowly, everything seemed to be okay. Some of us really learned about ourselves, whether it was our intellectual ability or our stubborn emotions that wouldn't be pushed aside. So we gave each other a big, happy, best-friend-sort-of-hug and by then, there were tears coming up in our eyes. Blair said, "Lacey! Are you crying?" I know, girls are so emotional, aren't they? But after such a painful, tedious, work-filled, brilliant, marvelous year, well, it has shown.