Bonsoir, chickadees, ready for school tomorrow? I kind of am - I mean, I do better when I have something to live for, and school gives me a goal and a reason to keep on keepin' on :) Plus, um, SECOND SEMESTER SENIORS, WHAAAAAAAT.

My day wasn't super interesting today (I measured tablecloths at my grandfather's house for over two hours, but at least I got twenty bucks out of it), so I figured I'd just pick something and talk about it.

On one of my old blogs I started doing this thing where I wrote a little personality point or habit at the end of each entry. It was fun, but I totally ran out of stuff to say at the end of it. Because I started this entry with one of my favorite salutations of lately ("chickadee"), you guys get to hear (see?) me ramble on about something near and dear to my heart: nicknames.

Actually, they're not all that important, but they're kind of special to me. My family's called me Bug or Weeze or Weezy-Bug as long as I can remember, and my best friend in elementary school called me Louie. Cute, I know :) Only my family really call me by any anymore (I miss it), but I'm a definite queen of nicknames and terms of endearment.

I'm a fan of the common ones - love, dear, darling, lady, etc., etc. I do not like hun and honey - they were overused by my middle school friend group - and sweetheart's okay if the person using it is reaaaaaaaaally really southern, haha. Every once and a while I'll even throw in a foreign one - chica, mon amie, mademoiselle, cherie, liebchen, fraulein, etc.

Anyways, I have little mental nicknames that I call people, just for fun. I'm a nickname person. :)

Haha, that post was a load of waffle, but at least it's there. See you guys tomorrow!