I like Grape Ice. and Joe.

At Baskin Robbins there's this icecream. Grape Ice. It tastes like melted purple otter pop goodness.
Analogy: Me is to Grape Ice as Erin is to Sparkle. Party in your mouth!

The Disneyland/Beach/California countdown in down to 42 days. I AM PSYCHED.
I was on the Finding Mickey website for 6 hours on Thursday/Saturday. It's my goal to find every single one (except the ones on Splash Mountain and the rides and stores that are closed of course.) and to take pictures of the accessible ones. :) :) It's happening. In 42 days :)

I'm sitting next to Joe in English. CRT finished last time. He's writing me a note. It's a creeper one. Can't wait. ;) He's pretty cool. Ok. He's awesome. He has a PSYCH lanyard that I am totally jealous of. Speaking of PSYCH... DID YOU SEE THE LAST EPISODE!!!! Oh my gosh. I was fa-reaking out. I have to wait until October/November/ whenever it starts again. Lame.

I'm sort of rambling on today... It's been a good day.
Have I told you about my sunburn? That's the price for being a sun-baby and having fair skin. It's the hair. Which is fine. I'm cool with it. I was outside reading "The Fault in our Stars" by John Green for 6 hours on Friday. In the sunshine. Which makes me happy. It's a pretty good book except for all the *in my opinion, unnecessary swearing. I replaced a lot of words. Stupid books like that. But I liked the story and the characters.

Have a chipper, delectable day that includes laying on your driveway... or somewhere where the sun can beat upon your pretty/handsome face, orange juice, and flip flops. Unless it's cold. Then you can exclude the flip flops. I love you readers and thanks!

Love Jenny :)