It’s a long way down to the place where we started from.

Dear Itunes's Shuffle Feature,

First off, is that grammatically correct? "Itunes's Shuffle Feature"? I spent an embarrassingly long amount of time trying to figure that out.

Okay, so the weirdest thing literally just happened: while I had you on, I went to my freezer and got out the ice cream I got from the caf earlier...and just as I was taking my first bite, you started playing "Ice Cream" by Sarah McLachlan. Funny thing is, I'd never actually heard the song before-it was on a mix CD that my friend recently made for me (shoutout: GOOOOOO BROOKE!) so I have to admit, I was a little creeped out at first.

But man, if I can find a love that's better than ice cream, I'll be one happy girl. For now, I'm good with ice cream. It compliments this LAST NIGHT OF MY JUNIOR YEAR quite well.

Seriously Itunes, it's like you have ESPN or something.

Love,
Kenz

Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter.

Dear Regulars at the Library Cafe,

It's my last night working here, and I gotta say...I'm gonna miss you guys! I know I don't even know most of your names (though I learned some of your names by nonchalantly glancing at your jaypasses before I swiped them), but I just want you to know that you've made me look forward to my Tuesday nights: ringing people up, writing blogs, perusing Modcloth.com for cute dresses I'll never be able to afford, and generally avoiding that huge glob of homework I always tell myself I'll get done on Tuesday nights. Say, why don't you all drive down to my house some Tuesday night this summer, and I can make you a cup of coffee, and charge you $1.99 for it? It'll be just like old times. Anyways, when I say "have a good one" tonight, I'm really going to mean it. I hope you all have a good one. Maybe a good two or three.

Love,
Kenz

Change is a fact of life. Enjoy the ride.

Dear Bruno Mars,

Why would you ever, EVER catch a grenade for someone? What would that accomplish? The grenade's gonna blow up anyways. And don't even get me started on why you'd throw your hand a blade for someone, or jump in front of a train for someone...seriously dude, if you like a girl, just buy her some nice jewelry or something. If she doesn't reciprocate your feelings, then find someone else. It shouldn't be that hard for you-I mean, you're a famous singer and stuff. You've probably got girls swooning over you everywhere you go, so I really don't see why it's necessary for you to go to such extreme measures to win someone's affection.

Love,
Kenz

P.S. I just did a google image search for you, and decided you're pretty cute. Want to grab coffee sometime? I promise I won't make you catch any grenades. I'm not like those other girls.

Maybe I would've been something you'd be good at.

Dear Cute British Guy from my April 5th post (read it if you haven't already),

So, we meet again. I've missed you love, it's been almost a month! Tonight you ordered a large coffee as usual, but when I asked if you wanted room for cream, you said "No, thank you". "Hmm, his tastes have changed" I thought to myself, but I still left a tiny bit of room at the top of your cup. And I was right-you did need room for cream! Amaretto flavored, I believe. I'll try to make sure we always have Amaretto flavored cream when I'm working on Tuesdays. I mean, that's what I'm hear for, love.

Wow, I'm such a creeper...

Love,
Kenz

Everybody knows it hurts to grow up, and everybody does.

Dear Rompers,

For the past two summers I've seen you in stores, in magazines, and occasionally on supermodels...but I've never actually seen anyone I know wearing you. Stop trying to be cool. You're not.

Love,
Kenz