Some things don't deserve a title. This apparently isn't one of them.

Tomorrow will be the best day of my life. I promise.

I have so much to say, and I'll explode if I don't say it all. But that just isn't possible; there is too much. And I can't put it into words. Not even the greatest writer could make it feasible. Not even the fastest typer could get it all down in less than a lifetime. If I laugh, I'll cry. If I cry, I'll never stop.

Small things.
I'm in my school's geography bee. Yaaayyy, I guess. I don't like crowds, speaking in front of crowds, or having people stare at me. But I need to do this.
Next, I'm going to the Power of the Pen writing competition on February 5th representing my school with some of my friends. It was originally scheduled for yesterday, January 7, but due to snow and stuff it got rescheduled for today. Guess what? Even more snow. It snowed for 24 hours, as I recall. Anyway, now it's in February.
Yesterday was a snow day, and I went sledding with my two best friends. AT NIGHT. It was amazing and so much fun. Then we went to Skyline, which was cool because one of my bff's step dad is the manager/owner or something. And it was empty. The whole night was great, except I hurt my butt hitting a piece (chunk!) of ice. Ouch.

Also, some bigger news, my father's aunt, whom I call Aunt Sadie, passed away today around 5 o'clock. She was diagnosed with cancer a few months ago, and has been having ups and downs. She was having one of her worse days, and me and my sister got a call shortly after getting home from school. I tried to go on with what I was doing, and I know that was awful of me, but I couldn't cope if I let myself succumb to the grief. It doesn't seem real that there is now one less life in my world, one less person for me to love.

I'm having a romance movie marathon. It's making me feel warm, fuzzy, and depressed. But... good? I can't express how much I love movies.

P.S. I love you.