Meg Dowell Writes

Men are like tornadoes. They pull you in, spin you around a little, then spit you back out. They leave an unmistakable trail of destruction behind them. Rarely do they apologize for the messes they create. And before you can even turn back to glare at them in anger, they’re gone forever.

Happy Easter, everyone! I hope y’all have had a good holiday. I also hope you went to church, because church is very important.

Trust me.

I FINALLY got Season 3 of Gilmore Girls today! You have no idea how excited I was. The only problem is, my parents made me promise that I wouldn’t watch any of it until I was finished with the ACT, which is in two weeks. (Whoa! The ACT is in two weeks? Yikes!) TWO. WEEKS. Now, some might say this could be motivation to actually perform that art called studying, but I’m not too up for waiting for my Girls. I’ve missed them very much.

I wish I could shower you with more words! I am so emotionally drained from the day; you have no idea. I’m going to go to sleep as soon as I can; Mondays are always the worst and hardest school days, especially after three-day weekends. Love y’all, miss y’all, and I’ll write again very soon!