Blog Number... Four?

Okay, so this is probably the fourth blog I've had. Well, maybe five. Two on xanga and two on here. So, yes, numero cinco.

By the way, I'm Court. Nice to meet you.
Now that we know each other, let's get to business.

I really enjoy writing about my day. It's a good way to look back on what has happened, and, hopefully, enjoy it all over again.

A lot has happened recently. Details won't be mentioned because this blog is starting fresh, starting with today, which is, unfortunately, the last day of the beloved spring break. Back to school in the AM, but the sooner I go back, the sooner I get out: optimism at its best.

Some random facts:

• My nails are black for the first time. My Papa wouldn't approve. Sorry, Papa.
• I had a charm bracelet when I was younger, and I loved it. But now that I'm ten years older, the charms don't exactly relate to me anymore. I want a new one. I don't know if that's lame or not, but I don't care. I want one.
• I started this entry about two hours ago, but the lovely boyfriend and I ran to get some Hardee's, which leads me to another, unfortunately sad fact.
• There is a curse on my family where anything that we like, food wise, stops being made. I can't remember what all goes for my parents, but for myself, there are plenty: Fun Feast fish stick TV dinners, Wild Berry Pop Tarts, Mini Sausage Biscuit Dippers from Sonic, the list goes on. And my most recent, Hardee's spicy chicken sandwiches that I discovered less than a week ago. They are no longer there. Disappointing to say the least.

Well, as my boyfriend sleeps and heavily breaths on my shoulder, I suppose I should close this first of, hopefully, many more entries to come. I find it important to remember even the minute details of the past. They are fun to read and then remember the day perfectly. I love scrapbooks and keepsakes, so I obviously enjoy doing this.

I plan on writing about once or twice a week. Just to keep things up to date. I'll post pictures when they are relevant and rant about schoolwork or the weather. But most of all, I'll be giving myself something to look back on when I want to remember fun stories to tell my grandchildren.

So, goodnight.

-peace.
CNHlovesCMG