And yes I do know that this is a bit late.

January: The second half of my senior year began. I lost my paternal Grandfather early that month. I came to the realization that my senior year was going to be gone before I knew. I discovered that I was losing touch with my brain for a while. I suddenly realized what I had been looking for was right beneath my nose the whole time. I began trying to figure out how to tell someone what I felt.

February: I was still grappling with my emotions and the way I felt about a certain guy and failing miserable. I spent yet another Valentines Day trying to figure things out and being alone. I came very close to giving up on even having a date to Prom.

March: I discovered that my brick wall defense around my heart was falling fast as my heart got broken. It was the worst part of the year. I discovered the guy I really liked had a girlfriend and hadn't told me. He was my Prom date. It turned out alright in the end so I can't complain. Prom closed in and I planned it all out with a great friend.

April: By far the best month of the year. I went to Prom with the guy I really liked, maybe even loved. I had the time of my life and wouldn't trade it for anything. I finally got up the guts and kissed him. Preparations for the AP exams reached their peak. And so did my happiness. The only thing that made me even remotely sad was the fact that I found out that fantastic guy I'd met was moving.

May: AP exams came and went, and so did an interesting month. I was happy, even when I was confused. I went to see a pointless movie with a guy I was completely enamored with and drank my first bottle of Bawls. I saw the last of my senior year fade away quickly. I simply didn't think about the fact that he as leaving because it hurt too much. We seemed to get closer as he got closer to moving away. Graduation came and I cried a little bit. But I realized it was not just the end of one part of my life and the beginning of the next step.

June: The days faded away and got closer and closer to the one day I wanted to push away. He stopped by my house a great deal more at random. I was confused but happy to see him each time. Jenna and I threw him a going away party just a few days before he left. I kept trying to hold on, but in the end I had to let him leae with a kiss a promise.

July: The first month I spent without him was odd. I missed him and wrote a letter I couldn't send. It hit me several times that he was really gone and I cried a lot. Jenna's birthday was celebrated at Cool Springs as one of the first of many girls days to come. I went to Customs at MTSU and decided to spend all four years of my college experience there.

August: I got a real shock as the time that I would usually go to class came and went. I got settled into college life which I do say suits me particularly well. Mock Trial took over my life, and I learned that it was not going to be easy. It was the second month without him, but we'd kept in touch. It still hurt like hell to know he was gone.

September: Well first of all I turned 18. I participated in sorority recruitment but didn't get chosen. Oh well. Mock Trial completely enveloped my life and I became a very busy little girl. My phone began to fill up with numbers for members of my team and I shocked myself when I discovered that my phone was suddenly full of guy's numbers and none of them interested me as anything other friends and teammates.

October: nothing much happened to me except that I was going a little crazy without him. (I still am) Mock Trial kept me up at all hours of the night typing and studying and planning. Halloween cmae and went without much interest. I started driving my beloved blazer, which I now would cry if I lost. It gets me to where I need to go.

November: Thanksgiving was boring, other than the all night turducken assembly and smoking for dinner the next day. I endured the usual good-natured torment from my family about that afore mentioned guy. Mock Trial tournaments finally came and I had my ups and downs.  I wentnearly completely insane with confusion for a while. That was fun. I wrote a lot of poetry.

December: I found out that everything was really not making sense in my life. Though I knew that already. I had a good Christmas. It was only missing one thing, well person, to make it perfect. I decided that I did love him. I worried that I'd lost him, made myself a promise to tell him how I felt, and then subsequently chickened out. I'm still working on it. Still was comepletely insane with confusion, and wrote more poetry and cried a lot.

So there is my year in review. Isn't it marvelous?