Basghetti.

Don't ask.

It occurred to me today that maybe, just maybe, relationships- especially teenage- fluctuate with the tides.
Or just have set fluctuations, at least.
I may have mentioned it before, but I noticed that break-ups and get-togethers seem to come in waves. So maybe it's related to the gravitational pull of the moon?

[Apparent byproduct of pensiveness. I apologize for anything that remotely resembles jibberish.]

Snow day today. Everyone loves snow, secretly.
Dad and I were talking about how the snow makes everything quiet. Like a soundproof room sort of quality. [White noise?] Not only quiet, but peaceful too.

Terribly short post, hopefully will think of more to say in the near future.

-CS.

PS: "I love you" in Albanian is "te dua".