Hey y'all. Welcome to my first post of 2012!
Things have been crazy, so let's get going.

I welcomed in the New Year with a nice dinner at The Keg and a midnight kiss from the one and only, Brenton Lee. But before we kiss 2011 goodbye, let’s review.
2011 went by super-fast, and I’m kind of embarrassed to admit that I don’t really remember much about it. As a whole, it was a good year. I lost a few friends that decided it wasn’t worth the effort to be in my life, and I’ve gained a few that I absolutely adore. My relationship with Brenton grew and keeps growing every day. I let go of things that were bringing me down and embraced the things that make me happy. As I get older, the years go by faster. 2011 brought my 18th birthday, but despite the step into adulthood, I feel as unprepared for life as ever. 2011 brought my senior year and difficult decisions that I still haven’t made. The steps that I’m taking are shaky, but I’m ready to take on 2012.

Now, 2012 will definitely be one for the books.
The first major event of 2012 will occur in less than a month. On February 7th, I will play my last basketball game. Ever. I know that I talk about this a lot, but if you know me, you know that it’s something that I think about every day. I’ve been playing basketball for as long as I can remember, and I’m not really sure what I’ll do with myself when it’s over. It’s difficult for me to imagine Shiloh without basketball. But I’m sure I’ll manage. Somehow.
Next on the list will be prom. That’s a challenge all in itself. By the way, if you’re a senior and you’re planning on going to prom, PAY YOUR DUES. That’s all.
Then graduation. The day that always seemed so far away. I’ll harp on that more when it gets closer.

“all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God's hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another.” –John Donne