I want to laugh with Lindsay until my belly hurts and I have to do that phlegmy-cough thing.

I want to read The Hitchhiker's Series out on my porch and eat lunch and swat bugs away.

I want to walk back from 28th street in the morning and get splashed by cars and sit on the curb and eat stale donuts.

I want to live the last crappy day of senior week with Kerry and break into Nancy's car again.

I want Kristi to wear more pink.

I want to watch Hedwig and know the lines before he says them.

I want to sit on the boardwalk with Kelly and Michele and give away pizza and discuss the various types of Ocean City People.

I just want to golf with you guys.

I want to get kicked out of the hip hop cowboy's place with Kelly and fall down the stairs and have lots of cold cold rain and Bruce Almighty.

I want to listen to music in the car with my dad on Mondays.

I want my mom's bathrobe to always smell like my mom's bathrobe.

I want to curl up on my couch and hold hands and make fun of t.v. with Seth.

I want to be in physics with Jamie, Christina and LaToya and throw tampons and put post-it notes that say "child prodigy" on Myles.

I want to make fun of Matt Smith's motorcycle.

I want to circle up before the play and feel the air backstage and the pins and needles of energy.

I want to stand on the risers and get Amy Hurt high-fives.

I want to sleep in on a snow day.

I want to look out the window and see Chicago.

I want to chase Myles around with makeup.

I want to eat at Denny's after a night of booze and laughs.

I want to blast "The Safety Dance" down the streets of Baltimore with Kelly and Lindsay.

I want a Kellybonfire.

I want late night hangouts and sleepovers and speeding so fast you fly.

I want to drive like an idiot.

I want to gossip with Christine and Jamie between scenes about boys and drama.

I want freshman rollerskating with the Amanda Miller crew and Lindsay and not knowing she would be the best friend I've ever had.

I want to count the minutes before the bell rings and steal doorstops.

I want to be an annoying freshman again.

I want to be Road Cone and Heady Murphy and Murphy Brown again.

I want Seth's and my supreme first date.

I want Shannontalks second period.

I want lunch with Kerry and Frannie and playing figurative flutes and cellos.

I want to see Ben Folds and Weezer for the first time and eat french fries afterwards.

I want Stephanie's scary basement, and making Food Network Porn Stars.

I want Spinach Dip A-head and shopping for a Homecoming dress at Columbia Mall.

I want to ride with the top down and goof around with Pat.

I want to write stupid haikus and go to Twin Kiss with Katie after school.

I want to steal the racecar poster from Newspaper class and put this in its place.

I want the night with Pi and the Double T Diner and Josh Griffith in the back seat and too many things in my hands for a decent kiss.

I want Charly Horse shows.

I want to decorate the Senior Hall for spirit week.

I want that last sentence not to sound so corny.

I want that night at McDonalds with Brian reenacting internet slang and Kevin and Lindsay's first kiss.

I want to watch Ryan get lint-rolled by his dad before Prom.

I want to buy My Baby Romeo shirts, walk on the boardwalk, sleep all day, then go out for pizza at midnight.

I want to play Phase 10 with Kirsten and the Louks'.

I want to laugh the hardest in Creative Writing.

I want to mock the life out of chorus with Betsy and Katie.

I want to leave the cast party with Ed and get to know him in his car all night.

I want to order my salad extra tossed.

I want to belly dance.

I want to undress Mr. Drew with my eyes.

I want to relive my awful first kiss.

I want to buy Homies and super bounce balls.

I want to laugh at stupid speeches in Public Speaking.

I want to Arabian Man Yell.

I want to live at NCSA forever.

I want to take pictures from my memories.

I want to stop feeling like I'm in an airport.

I want it to be right now, forever.

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