The dying rose and the local beauty.

Today, I brought home a dying rose from school.

But before the rose dies, I decided to teach Paris how to pose with a rose.
After all, as a girl, there must be this one time in your life that you have to pose with a rose.

It's really easy to teach her.
She's a natural at posing.

Who says local girls are not pretty?
Just look at Paris.
She's not a Siamese kitty, or a thousand dollar flat face kitty,
but,
she's beautiful.

Since school has started yesterday, I miss Paris terribly.
It's sucks being so far away from her for six hours plus every day.
I keep thinking about her.
I feel a little sad.
I just want to be with Paris every single second, like during the holidays.