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Senioritis is what I have now, because I have resigned myself to failing my precalc final (and probably lowering my final average a few points) just because I don't care anymore.
And I'm excited for tommorow night and Chrome. It's been a bazillion years since I've been to Philly at night and I've never gone out dancing and it's really really exciting. Although it kind of reminds me when I was little and my grandmother would come over to babysit me and Keith because our parents were going out dancing, to the Library. Which I didn't get... I always had this weird mental picture of them dancing with a bunch of books, and who would want to go out at night to dance in a library?
Speaking of Keith, he's home now... oh joy.
I wish I knew what I was doing this summer. I might work at Medford Leas, in their coffeeshop, with all the nice old people.
I mentioned to my mom that I want to march next summer and she gave me this gigantic lecture about money and how it doesn't grow on trees and stuff. And then I heard her whispering to my grandmother about it. Arg. And when I mentioned taking a dance class at Hood to fufill my phys ed requirement she was like "I'm not sending you to college for dance".
Mmm. So I guess I'm supposed to hole myself up in my room and not do anything that I even sort of enjoy? Well, that's a little discouraging.
And I'm excited for tommorow night and Chrome. It's been a bazillion years since I've been to Philly at night and I've never gone out dancing and it's really really exciting. Although it kind of reminds me when I was little and my grandmother would come over to babysit me and Keith because our parents were going out dancing, to the Library. Which I didn't get... I always had this weird mental picture of them dancing with a bunch of books, and who would want to go out at night to dance in a library?
Speaking of Keith, he's home now... oh joy.
I wish I knew what I was doing this summer. I might work at Medford Leas, in their coffeeshop, with all the nice old people.
I mentioned to my mom that I want to march next summer and she gave me this gigantic lecture about money and how it doesn't grow on trees and stuff. And then I heard her whispering to my grandmother about it. Arg. And when I mentioned taking a dance class at Hood to fufill my phys ed requirement she was like "I'm not sending you to college for dance".
Mmm. So I guess I'm supposed to hole myself up in my room and not do anything that I even sort of enjoy? Well, that's a little discouraging.