Get Moving

Remember back when I was the only one with a blog? And maybe there was the occasional abandoned Xanga lying around, but then gradually all the rest of you got blogs and secret blogs and new blogs and new secret blogs and secret new blogs and now nobody can keep track of anybody anymore?

Well. I will now proceed to outblog you all to pieces with my lovey-gorgey layout. This is my last, promise promise, last new blog. It'll be here for at least the next four years.

And the next four years! High school. Beginning Wednesday.

My schedule and sign-up things are at the moment residing in Swimmerette's foyer, so I don't know what classes I'm in yet. But, ooh, là là. Starting fresh. If the Ex-Guyfriend really does show up with Vuitton manshort-shorts and an onion on his head, I'm never going to have to see. And I'll probably miss almost all the rest of you to death, but I can always throw a party.