I fail.

I don't feel like blogging at all. I can't remember the last time I was this tired. I'm having a moody teenage girl day. Deal with it.

The tree in my front yard smells like cat urine when it blooms, I wish I was kidding. They are these adorable and pure looking blossoms. And then you get within a ten foot radius of the actual tree. I can't even open my window.

I don't even like spring. I like the cold, where there is no sweat. One plus of warm weather, an incredible amount of popsicles. My Dad packs the garage fridge full of icy pops and firecrackers so we can eat them outside while the Ice Cream truck drives by. :)

Yeah, this is all I can muster. I'm going to go and complain about my weight to everyone who has ears now.