When I was in middle school, I used to walk home with my friend Chris, and his house was closer so I pretty much dropped him off everyday.  Chris had this neighbor who had a giant, glorious porch/overhang in front of their house, and we swore that one day we'd build a few walls of beer cans and wine bottles on that porch, and we'd live there.

somebody else beat me to the punch:

http://news.aol.com/story/_a/a-mans-6-pack-can-serve-as-his-castle/20080307091109990001?ncid=NWS00010000000001

I think this is one of the few things about middle school I can happily reminisce about.  I miss my friends from back then, if nothing else.  But I really miss walks home with Chris, our games, the unfinished animal sounds, Lily's trees, my real flowers...

In other news, there are going to be 2 weeks of ballet missed, thanks to NYU spring break and then Easter, and then she's going to be in a wedding in Chicago April 6th, so that's 3 less classes this semester, and I could really use them.  Dang.  I guess I'll just have to practice in my room like I always do : ).