Tomorrow, we'll be the eleventh class of class eleven.

It's been.. 5? days since the two-in-one-day post! And it's already 2011. And school's starting tomorrow.

I'm looking forward to it, I think. More of a peeping forward, because it's kind of a don't-want-to-tell-others  feeling, but yet not a denial-shhh feeling. Holidays have been good, and rather peaceful (I got to read a bit (less than I wanted too, but I suppose that's good), bake (quite) a bit, swim a (very little) bit, climb a (even littler) bit, and sew bunnies while watching some Khan Academy video that I bookmarked during the EYAs. while thinking.)
School's.. busier. More things, more people, more stuff. I'd rather busy to dull. (Go on, blame that on the perhaps-misguided adventure-seeking tireless self-pleasure-seeking hormone-induced thoughts-feelings-desires of youth.)

I need to use less brackets. And hyphens. ("In most writing, overuse of parentheses is usually a sign of a badly structured text.")

This year, I want to be nicer, because I don't think I was that nice this last year. Not saccharinely so, of course. And less full-out sarcasm, and more approachable-ness. Doing well study-wise would be a plus (ahh Os), as would equal busyness, and nice books, and nicer friends, and a GWH (SYF!), and surviving CmPS.

Ohhh. I almost forgot this ><
In 2011, I want to be happy.

Also (this is not an afterthought, though, this is important) , thank you. thankyouthankyouthankyou. I've been unbelievably lucky being so happy, and any unhappiness just made the happier better.
So thank you. All of you. Even that little electron in the corner that made my hair static-y.