i went to my first hockey game. it was LA vs NY (aka the story of my life). NY won. january is pretending to be june by the feeling of the weather & late night get togethers. "nik, youre the only girl i know who isnt crazy", he said, "you keep me sane". he doesnt know that all girls are a little crazy...i just hope im the good kind.

after a year or two from my last ballet class, i still get that heartache of something missing, and i wonder...will that feeling ever leave?