I love half-days
WAIT. STOP THE TRAIN. STOP EVERYTHING! (has anyone seen the Gypsy with bette midler, by the way? My mom force fed it to me since I was a fetus.) I AM DONE WITH CHEMISTRY. FRENCH. MATH. PHILOSPHY. LATIN. What's left? Oh. ACAPELLA AND ENGLISH BAHAHAHAHAHAH. Life is good. The past week is best summed up in these terms: *Math avec Zoe and Lucy and Emily. Being fabulous with the same. Realizing Ms Yabukiiii is no longer the cherished friend we once found her. Ripping up the final. Telling Ms Yabuki, "WE'RE NOT FRIENDS." *Watching National Velvet with Papa. Have you seen it? It's fantastic and Elizabeth Taylor is stunning. *Spilling water all down my front at Anneeka's and leaving wearing a certain shirt bearing the phrase, "Everyone loves a Swedish Girl." *BEING DONE WITH CHEMISTRY *Already missing Dear Kilkenny and feeling a little lost without him *Loving the French final and bahaha laughing at a certain girl in my class who HAS A C and DOESNT UNDERSTAND FRENCH. (It's only great because she's a know it all, dont judge.) *Watching Alfie with my dad *Watching Spanglish with my dad *Watching 2 other movies with my dad *Reading the first 2 paragraphs to every book in my house because I AM IN A RUT. I NEED A BOOOOOOK. gah.
And now, to write an uplifting personal essay for English. About death. Im such a non-conformist.
And now, to write an uplifting personal essay for English. About death. Im such a non-conformist.