After waking up at an ungodly hour this morning, I started going through some pictures I have in a basket beside my bed. Not filed in frames or scrapbooks, I picked up a stack of photographs, and my eye caught a small photo album that caused my arms to go a little numb, for I knew that it housed a picture of Kyle McCabe. I remember taking the picture. I remember getting butterflies as I asked him if I could ((I had a crush on him in 7th grade)). I remember watching him and Michael Shannon play basketball afterwards. It's so bizarre what the human mind is capable of retaining once a death of someone we know occurs.

I looked through more pictures, and I found many from my days at Lascassas and Oakland. I know my pride is stored in Siegel, but looking through these pictures made me realize how much fun I had at Oakland.

I found a ton of pictures from my first year in drama 2. Oh my goodness, I wish I could go back; I miss it like crazy. At work yesterday, I realized I was in four plays, three variety shows, two prom fashion shows, and the director of one single act play. Drama had a huge impact on my, and I'm thankful for the opportunity to be apart of it.

Now I really want to take pictures and scrapbook them, wooo!