Hope, Dangles on a String, Like Slow Spinning Redemption

My hair smells like smoke from the first bonfire of the season. I have a stomachache from eating too many "Outdated but Still Good" Sandwich Creme Cookies. I had forgotten how hilarious Aaron could be. B** ******s can do whatever he wants. I drove home from school with my windows down and Dashboard Confessional CRANKED up.  I sang the WHOLE way home, even when I got stopped at a train and the people beside me also had their windows down.  Good talks with Molly, good discussion at youth group.  It's one of those times when I can't use paragraphs.  Easter is going to mean so much more this year.  "It's like... How can I not be head over heels in love with my Savior?"  Jenney's home. I got an A on my Lit exam.  I missed debate for the third or fourth time this year just now, when I looked at Buzz and saw my name.  I'm going to the Hillsdale tournament. I need to work on those prayer cards for Kelly tomorrow. And the Easter bulletin.  I get to see my small cousins on Friday. I need to do my photography assignment.  I'm really tired.  Today was a good day.