Disjointed Fun
Sometimes, usually when I'm in a strange mood as I have been for a while, I just can't get over how ridiculous some things are. Thinking you're better than someone because of your music or looks. I'm in this high school frame of mind right now and I don't know why. Does everybody feel like they hold a part of themselves back? I do. Why is everyone so judgemental? Is the only way to feel good in this world to make someone else feel bad? Why can't we judge ourselves independent of others? I don't know why I'm thinking about it so much.
All I care about this year is doing better in school. My parents are shelling out a lot of money for me to have a future, and I'm sure as hell not doing anything better with my time so I might as well try to learn. There's no reason I shouldn't be getting all As, make the English honor society, not feel like a shitty person. Yeah, I have no idea what to do with my life, but at least I'll have a good foundation.
I'm going to miss Laura when she goes back to Florida. I feel like she gets my strangeness, or at least doesn't mind it. Not that anyone else does mind it. I have just a few people I feel like I'm really myself around, because myself is odd and loves weird stuff and seems to be somewhat stunted, as I really like way too much kid stuff. But I would never trade my few people for more because who needs high pressure friends where you can't just be yourself? Laura and I made 2 trips together to Kinko's to obsessively make photocopies of Mark and Roger (pronounced Ro-ZHAY, the fake french way) from Rent. Melissa just informed me that she received her custom made Michael Buble t-shirt in the mail today. Cassy not only did not laugh when I told her my mother just surprised me with a talking FDR doll, but she said it sounded fun. We'll probably play with it while watching Little House on the Prairie and Clone High next year (if I can manage to get the DVDs which are only being released in Canada). I had a tea party with my friends this summer! Seriously, I'm lucky to have such good people around.
All I care about this year is doing better in school. My parents are shelling out a lot of money for me to have a future, and I'm sure as hell not doing anything better with my time so I might as well try to learn. There's no reason I shouldn't be getting all As, make the English honor society, not feel like a shitty person. Yeah, I have no idea what to do with my life, but at least I'll have a good foundation.
I'm going to miss Laura when she goes back to Florida. I feel like she gets my strangeness, or at least doesn't mind it. Not that anyone else does mind it. I have just a few people I feel like I'm really myself around, because myself is odd and loves weird stuff and seems to be somewhat stunted, as I really like way too much kid stuff. But I would never trade my few people for more because who needs high pressure friends where you can't just be yourself? Laura and I made 2 trips together to Kinko's to obsessively make photocopies of Mark and Roger (pronounced Ro-ZHAY, the fake french way) from Rent. Melissa just informed me that she received her custom made Michael Buble t-shirt in the mail today. Cassy not only did not laugh when I told her my mother just surprised me with a talking FDR doll, but she said it sounded fun. We'll probably play with it while watching Little House on the Prairie and Clone High next year (if I can manage to get the DVDs which are only being released in Canada). I had a tea party with my friends this summer! Seriously, I'm lucky to have such good people around.