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Everything is so different from last year. For example, with respect to school, my worst and best classes have switched: last year I was barely getting myself through precalc and now calculus is my slacker class, while in chemistry last year my teacher asked me to teach a few times and my two most recent quiz grades are a 58 and a 33. Role-reversals among parents and other miscellaneous factors have proved to be draining.
I have been trying to do as much as I can. If I'm relaxing, unless I'm watching Project Runway so Rose and I can talk about it the next day, I feel anxious to be doing something else. But in the midst of everything I feel like my stomach has been physically hollowed and I'm dying for some comfort, not to mention some sleep.
I finished my new favorite novel and my paper on it that's due Monday; my English teacher's reading it this afternoon was followed by a "I really have to read this, don't I?" I cried at the conclusion of this book from the intensity of it all.
I have four tests Monday and decided only to study for two of them. I'm going to Ithaca this weekend to take my sister back to school and for Papa's Seventieth Birthday Party! Crunk up in dah crib wit dem oldies.
Tonight I drove on roads I've never been on before and I was listening to Damien Rice and shouting "There's so much beauty around me I can't look" and it was the most refreshing sensation I've ever had because I could have been lost forever and been completely content with that. I live for new environments. When I'm gone for six weeks this summer, I'm scared, not because I might not like it, I'm scared that I'll love it so much that I might not even miss anyone.
I might be giving up junior formal to do something with another parish!
Mr.Olsen listens to country music; lifting weights while harmonizing to shitty lyrics is my passion.
I like my haircut and my new jacket and my new underwear! Does anyone else have a weird guilty pleasure? I just love wearing new underwear.
This week I've eaten enough Nutella to feed several third-world countries. I also wore my Winston Churchill button today in hopes of doing well on my WW2 test: Nazi Germany just wants a big ol' hug.
My life is eternally insatiable, but that satisfies me.
I have been trying to do as much as I can. If I'm relaxing, unless I'm watching Project Runway so Rose and I can talk about it the next day, I feel anxious to be doing something else. But in the midst of everything I feel like my stomach has been physically hollowed and I'm dying for some comfort, not to mention some sleep.
I finished my new favorite novel and my paper on it that's due Monday; my English teacher's reading it this afternoon was followed by a "I really have to read this, don't I?" I cried at the conclusion of this book from the intensity of it all.
I have four tests Monday and decided only to study for two of them. I'm going to Ithaca this weekend to take my sister back to school and for Papa's Seventieth Birthday Party! Crunk up in dah crib wit dem oldies.
Tonight I drove on roads I've never been on before and I was listening to Damien Rice and shouting "There's so much beauty around me I can't look" and it was the most refreshing sensation I've ever had because I could have been lost forever and been completely content with that. I live for new environments. When I'm gone for six weeks this summer, I'm scared, not because I might not like it, I'm scared that I'll love it so much that I might not even miss anyone.
I might be giving up junior formal to do something with another parish!
Mr.Olsen listens to country music; lifting weights while harmonizing to shitty lyrics is my passion.
I like my haircut and my new jacket and my new underwear! Does anyone else have a weird guilty pleasure? I just love wearing new underwear.
This week I've eaten enough Nutella to feed several third-world countries. I also wore my Winston Churchill button today in hopes of doing well on my WW2 test: Nazi Germany just wants a big ol' hug.
My life is eternally insatiable, but that satisfies me.