I could tell you.

I've put on my sweats. My hair is in a messy bun. My King Charles music is blasting. I am secluded and won't be interrupted. I even have a thesaurus tab open in case I run out of words. The perfect recipe for a kick-butt blog post. But I can't decided what kind of story to tell.

I could tell you about my Fourth of July adventures. I could tell you about getting stranded at the rec center by myself. I could tell you how much I love fireworks. Or how I told a hot boy at Eaglewood to Facebook stalk me. I could tell you how great my friends are.

I could tell you how much I love my Jazz Band friends. I could tell you about our firework adventures. I could tell you about our video games/facebook/youtube experiences.

I could tell you about how I love when you can feel the explosion of fireworks in your chest. How it's like a base drum. I could tell you how much I love our country. How grateful I am for all of our servicemen/women and our freedoms.

I could tell you how grateful I was/am for this rain. I could tell you how I wore my rainboots today and went puddle jumping.

I could tell you how much I miss Trek. How much I miss laughing every second of the day. How much I miss those stars. How much I miss feeling the spirit so strongly.

I could tell you that my room is a mess.

I could tell you that I can't stop smiling because my life is so perfect in a messy way. I could tell you that I'm the happiest I've ever been.  I could tell you that I know who my real friends are now, and it has made all the difference.

I could tell you about the sunset we had today. I could describe it as a florescent pink dipped in bright orange, dripping with yellow and purple.

I could tell you how much I love my life and summer.

I could tell you it all. But you already know about it.