i like how the boquet my dad picked me is so pretty, i can't tell if the flowers are alive or dead. (at this point, most are dead.) he got me a car for my birthday, every sixteen-year-old's dream. it's three inches long and the wheels are falling off but i don't care. zoe got me a disposable camera, how did she know it's exactly what i needed? i'm going to fill the new white space on my wall with beginning-of-school pictures, and we'll all look back on them at the end of the year and hopefully i won't remember this summer much at all.