i am gonna make it through this year, if it kills me
It's been a while.
Life is crazy these days.
I'm sixteen! My birthday party rocked the casbah. Thanks everyone who came, and everyone who sent me things by mail. All was greatly appreciated.
Driving alone is so liberating.
School sucks. Dropping out is more and more appealing every day. It's not even that I hate being stressed out all the time; I do, but I can deal with it if I'm being stressed out for self-improvement. But I'm not. I'm not learning anything and I'm working my ass off doing pointless shit that involves copying things off of a worksheet or writing down things about a character and not even discussing it. US History and Psych are the only things I'm actually learning stuff in, and yet I can't do any of my work for those because I'm bombarded with said pointless shit from the others. But that's enough ranting.
The stress level and apathy level of my life have dramatically decreased and increased, respectively, thanks to the extraction of journalism from my life. Those of you sticking it out, more props to you. I'll be over here partying it up if you ever want to join me.
Band is pretty much over. We have one more game since our team made it to the playoffs, and however many follow after that. It's sad, and I'll miss it, but I think we're all ready for it to be over. This year has been kinda strange. Not bad, just strange.
I cried at Senior Night this year, only not because I'm going to miss the seniors. I am, but they aren't going anywhere for another 6 months. What made me sad was looking at those posters and remembering how just yesterday it seemed like I was reading Brandon, Germy, Q...and how tomorrow it's going to be my name. It's too much for me to even fathom. I miss the old days so much.
Jess and I were watching the video from the Kid Stuff year and I was overwhelmed by nostalgia; pictures from the Weddington contest when "we" were sitting on the hill; videos from NW Guilford, the contest where I made fun of David for saying "hand"; Mt. Pleasant's performance, where Skipper and I dropped the easiest toss in the show. Everyone was so young and innocent... I wish I had known back then how precious that year was. I would have lived it so much more.
Anywho, back to the present. Boys are confusing as hell, and as a result, my heart has been sore lately from all it's ups and downs. But I guess I'm living. It's hard to listen to people complain about being away from their boyfriends. It just makes me want to hit them in the face, that they can't just accept the circumstances and be glad they have that in their lives. There's plenty of people who would give anything to be in that situation.
Well, I didn't mean for this to turn into a rant/emo session about life. So I'll end with a slightly humorous anecdote.
Yesterday, Jess and I came back to my house to find that my brother had blocked my car in the driveway with his car. He was in Winston-Salem and did not leave a spare key. I had to be at work in an hour. So with the help of my comrade, I backed my car straight through the bushes and monkey grass in my yard next to my brother's car. My car survived. The bush did not.
The end.
Life is crazy these days.
I'm sixteen! My birthday party rocked the casbah. Thanks everyone who came, and everyone who sent me things by mail. All was greatly appreciated.
Driving alone is so liberating.
School sucks. Dropping out is more and more appealing every day. It's not even that I hate being stressed out all the time; I do, but I can deal with it if I'm being stressed out for self-improvement. But I'm not. I'm not learning anything and I'm working my ass off doing pointless shit that involves copying things off of a worksheet or writing down things about a character and not even discussing it. US History and Psych are the only things I'm actually learning stuff in, and yet I can't do any of my work for those because I'm bombarded with said pointless shit from the others. But that's enough ranting.
The stress level and apathy level of my life have dramatically decreased and increased, respectively, thanks to the extraction of journalism from my life. Those of you sticking it out, more props to you. I'll be over here partying it up if you ever want to join me.
Band is pretty much over. We have one more game since our team made it to the playoffs, and however many follow after that. It's sad, and I'll miss it, but I think we're all ready for it to be over. This year has been kinda strange. Not bad, just strange.
I cried at Senior Night this year, only not because I'm going to miss the seniors. I am, but they aren't going anywhere for another 6 months. What made me sad was looking at those posters and remembering how just yesterday it seemed like I was reading Brandon, Germy, Q...and how tomorrow it's going to be my name. It's too much for me to even fathom. I miss the old days so much.
Jess and I were watching the video from the Kid Stuff year and I was overwhelmed by nostalgia; pictures from the Weddington contest when "we" were sitting on the hill; videos from NW Guilford, the contest where I made fun of David for saying "hand"; Mt. Pleasant's performance, where Skipper and I dropped the easiest toss in the show. Everyone was so young and innocent... I wish I had known back then how precious that year was. I would have lived it so much more.
Anywho, back to the present. Boys are confusing as hell, and as a result, my heart has been sore lately from all it's ups and downs. But I guess I'm living. It's hard to listen to people complain about being away from their boyfriends. It just makes me want to hit them in the face, that they can't just accept the circumstances and be glad they have that in their lives. There's plenty of people who would give anything to be in that situation.
Well, I didn't mean for this to turn into a rant/emo session about life. So I'll end with a slightly humorous anecdote.
Yesterday, Jess and I came back to my house to find that my brother had blocked my car in the driveway with his car. He was in Winston-Salem and did not leave a spare key. I had to be at work in an hour. So with the help of my comrade, I backed my car straight through the bushes and monkey grass in my yard next to my brother's car. My car survived. The bush did not.
The end.