What it’s all about

I believe in Finding Waldo. I believe in the necessity of staining the bottoms of white socks. I believe that attending the midnight showing of Iron Man the night before my AP Test probably wasn’t my brightest moment. I believe in the blissful art of being and breathing. I believe that the quickest way to dental hygiene is getting a significant other. I believe that whenever an Italian man asks what size shoe you wear, it’s probably because he wants to borrow them. I believe that soap and shampoo bottles make the best audience. A good conversation, a steamy cup of licorice tea, and a night time hike of Bishops Peak, in this I believe. I believe our lives begin and end in the time it takes the universe to blink. I believe in spending the majority of my high school years trying to re-produce Ferris Buellers Day Off. I believe in failing Algebra Two three years in a row. I believe that the louder you yell, the less effective your voice actually becomes. I believe in playing for change, and not the kind that jingles. I believe that scars tell their own stories. Life, Love, and a happily ever after, in this I believe. I believe in the healing powers of twangy country music for any heartache. I believe in high heels, even though they make me fall. I believe in bare feet, and the hot pavement of the street, and a guitar strumming to the beat. Je crois au tout. Io credo di tutto. I believe in everything. High school is like a spork, it’s a crappy spoon, and a crappy spork, so in the end it’s just plain useless, and this, I believe.