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I used to love writing everything in this thing, but lately . . . I just haven't felt the need.
Lets see. Fencing's almost over. On one hand I'm excited cause it takes up so much time and I haven't enjoyed it as much this year as I have in the past. On the other hand . . . that'll be the first thing that really ends. Next, drama will be over, then women's choir, then high school.
Which doesn't scare me as much as it used to. It used to scare the shit out of me, and I was really dreading it a lot. Until a little way through the year when I realized, wow. I'm miserable. School's pointless. I really can't stand the people. And I'm not even talking about the idiots in the hallway, they never really bothered me, and I'm sure they continue to exist after high school, so there's no escaping that. But the people I hang out with, not all, but some of them. Its just the same shit, every day, and I'm so sick of it.
I'm always so tired. I get home and I always want to just go to sleep. I hang out with Morgan, and that exactly what we do. Watch tv, and sleep. He was pretty cranky for a little while, especially last week, cause Midsummer was killing him, and I was getting kind of nervous cause he was being a major bitch. But since Saturday he's been back to normal. Its funny, though, because since we're like, the exact same person, especially when it comes to arrogance and stubborness, our little bickering turns into full-on fights. Its terrible. But I love him. I don't think I've ever been in love before. Not the real kind. I thought I had, but it was never like this. And he's not perfect. He doesn't always say and do the right things. But I'm not perfect either, so why should he have to be? We're perfect for each other.
Kevin's not in as many of my classes this semester. That makes me sad. :( Oh well. I like Themes in Film, a lot, even though I hate the kids in the class. Schotte already hates me. Its never a good sign when they remember how to say Haughwout. But thats ok. I want to be that student who pisses the teacher off but does everything perfectly and you can't fail them even though you really want to. And I really need to get better about going to band and chorus lessons. I almost failed chorus. I'm gonna try really hard to get my grades to straight A's again.
I guess I'm going to write that essay for Dr. Bock. I hate writing, I'm so bad at it. Oh well.
Lets see. Fencing's almost over. On one hand I'm excited cause it takes up so much time and I haven't enjoyed it as much this year as I have in the past. On the other hand . . . that'll be the first thing that really ends. Next, drama will be over, then women's choir, then high school.
Which doesn't scare me as much as it used to. It used to scare the shit out of me, and I was really dreading it a lot. Until a little way through the year when I realized, wow. I'm miserable. School's pointless. I really can't stand the people. And I'm not even talking about the idiots in the hallway, they never really bothered me, and I'm sure they continue to exist after high school, so there's no escaping that. But the people I hang out with, not all, but some of them. Its just the same shit, every day, and I'm so sick of it.
I'm always so tired. I get home and I always want to just go to sleep. I hang out with Morgan, and that exactly what we do. Watch tv, and sleep. He was pretty cranky for a little while, especially last week, cause Midsummer was killing him, and I was getting kind of nervous cause he was being a major bitch. But since Saturday he's been back to normal. Its funny, though, because since we're like, the exact same person, especially when it comes to arrogance and stubborness, our little bickering turns into full-on fights. Its terrible. But I love him. I don't think I've ever been in love before. Not the real kind. I thought I had, but it was never like this. And he's not perfect. He doesn't always say and do the right things. But I'm not perfect either, so why should he have to be? We're perfect for each other.
Kevin's not in as many of my classes this semester. That makes me sad. :( Oh well. I like Themes in Film, a lot, even though I hate the kids in the class. Schotte already hates me. Its never a good sign when they remember how to say Haughwout. But thats ok. I want to be that student who pisses the teacher off but does everything perfectly and you can't fail them even though you really want to. And I really need to get better about going to band and chorus lessons. I almost failed chorus. I'm gonna try really hard to get my grades to straight A's again.
I guess I'm going to write that essay for Dr. Bock. I hate writing, I'm so bad at it. Oh well.