Jeans, A Letter, and September

I had several ideas of what to write about today. The top three constestants were ranting about tapered jeans, posting a letter I wrote but probably won't send, or posting a panicked rant about it being September.

So, I'm going to rant about all three.

Two days ago, late at night, I realized that my two favorite pairs of jeans had holes in them and wearing them would now be out of the question. This led me on a frantic search through my dresser to see if I had any non-tapered jeans to wear.

Tapered. Tapered. Tapered. Tapered.

And a strange-looking pair of overalls my grandma gave me and I have no intention of wearing them out in public at all because they're covered with flower designs. They'd look cute on a four year old. Not on me.

Now, moving on. About the letter. One of my best friends leaves for college on the 6th, leaving me here to sword fight without her. I tried repeatedly to write a letter to her telling her how much I'd miss her. Despite my being a writer... it's so very hard to write some things.

So, last night, from nine at night to ten, I wound up writing the longest letter in the history of my notebook. It's probably too late to give it to her now, but at least I finally figured out what to tell her besides "I'LL MISS YOU SO MUCH I MIGHT DIE!!!"

The final ranting- I mean blogging -idea was about September. September is the month things happen. Sadly, the same day my friend leaves for college, I start high school. September 6th is gonna kill me yet, I swear.

I'm going to be taking all the usual courses this year, but also German I. It's required that we take two years of a language in high school, so I've decided to get it over with now so I can take all the geeky advanced computer classes later.

I think that's all for now. For a second there I thought I'd have nothing to blog about on Tuesday's post, but then I remembered that Tuesday is the sixth and I will most likely still be stuck with tapered jeans.