"Hey, I'm Lenea." 
"Hey, I'm Lena." 

"OH, are you twins?" 

"Fraternal."

I feel like I'm 80 years behind on these things. I don't even have enough to write about. I'm about to post pictures from prom weekend and that'll be the end of it. I apologize now for the following blog feed. 

I didn't tell a story today for our last story slam because, in all honesty, I didn't have one. I was always the ideal child, never getting into trouble or doing things that I knew I shouldn't.  In fact, my parents never prohibited me from things because I didn't do them in the first place!  I'm slowly getting over this goody-two-shoes attitude, just in time to go to college, where my parents have no real say anyway.   

I think this is the tittle of the day. So I'll repeat the trend. Yay! I'm proud of myself!

To Happy

Happy that we have a few days off from school, but instead of going down the shore with my friends, i have to be stuck working over a 450º grill for 10 hours a night for 3nights... But its a good thing, because while my friends are blowing all the money they tried to save, I'm probably going to make back in 1 and a half hours what they spend in 3 hours. 
And having the money is possibly the main reason keeping me at this job.

Finally finished after 10 straight hours of working

The title above is not real, as far as I know, but is it not riveting?
Here are some variations:
Do You Know the Muffin Man?: The True Story of One's Baker Quest to Find the Holy Grail
Do You Know the Muffin Man?: Or How the Colombian Drug Trade Became the World's Baking Empire

I am up and finished dressing. Though I am sick still I am trying my hardest to stay in school all day. You know cause I love everyone in school.

I struggled through a death, a viewing, a funeral
Whilst being the hand that others gripped,
But didn't have your hand to hold as hot tears fell from my eyes
And sobs ripped so thoroughly through my throat that I could barely speak.
I didn't have your strong arms to protect me from violent shaking
Or your soft lips to kiss away the hammering in my head.
I was one to be had, but had no one, not even you.