aaaaaand we're BACK!
Actually, we came back a few days ago, but whatever. Same diff.
So we went.
A funeral ensued.
More on that later...
And...we're back, essentially. The three of us at least.
What's left of the "Claster Family" at least...
And although everything seems like it's back to normal, I know it will never be.
And that's...okay.
In other news, school has started and senior year so far appears...pretty fabulous. True, I don't have all the wonderful people who've helped me survive 9th, 10th, and 11th grade ('cause they're all in college), but I feel as though I finally have control of the classes I want to take and the school experience that I want to have.
If only this could last into college *crosses fingers*.
As for social life, I'm also feeling pleasantly surprised. I'm finding some really cool "Class of 08'" people in the woodwork that I never realized were truly awesome. Are they "more than school-mate friend potential"? Only time will tell.
But for now, I almost feel like I'm in 9th grade again, and it feels fucking fantastic.
The only thing bothering me is that Devyn hasn't returned my calls in over a month.
And the thing about it that bothers me the most is...why does it bother me?
Meh, I guess it's about time I stop eating take out food and start going out and finding a place to eat.
(If you don't understand that metaphor, then...nevermind)
Speaking of "potential romantic interests (or lack thereof)" what is it with the increasingly attractive Underclassmen!? WHAT GIVES!? Some of these kids (one in particular) used to be so dweeby and didn't even register on my radar. Now, they're really cute!
This just adds to the feeling of being back in 9th grade because I remember when I was a Freshmen and all the Seniors and Juniors thought I was cool/attractive. Maybe it's 9th grade reverse?
I don't even know, but I'm loving the ironic kooky-ness of it all.
I feel like a great weight has been lifted, like now's my time to get out there and have some serious fun.
Lord knows it's about time.
Senior year's gonna be interesting, I can just feel it.
Till next time--signing off...
-Z
So we went.
A funeral ensued.
More on that later...
And...we're back, essentially. The three of us at least.
What's left of the "Claster Family" at least...
And although everything seems like it's back to normal, I know it will never be.
And that's...okay.
In other news, school has started and senior year so far appears...pretty fabulous. True, I don't have all the wonderful people who've helped me survive 9th, 10th, and 11th grade ('cause they're all in college), but I feel as though I finally have control of the classes I want to take and the school experience that I want to have.
If only this could last into college *crosses fingers*.
As for social life, I'm also feeling pleasantly surprised. I'm finding some really cool "Class of 08'" people in the woodwork that I never realized were truly awesome. Are they "more than school-mate friend potential"? Only time will tell.
But for now, I almost feel like I'm in 9th grade again, and it feels fucking fantastic.
The only thing bothering me is that Devyn hasn't returned my calls in over a month.
And the thing about it that bothers me the most is...why does it bother me?
Meh, I guess it's about time I stop eating take out food and start going out and finding a place to eat.
(If you don't understand that metaphor, then...nevermind)
Speaking of "potential romantic interests (or lack thereof)" what is it with the increasingly attractive Underclassmen!? WHAT GIVES!? Some of these kids (one in particular) used to be so dweeby and didn't even register on my radar. Now, they're really cute!
This just adds to the feeling of being back in 9th grade because I remember when I was a Freshmen and all the Seniors and Juniors thought I was cool/attractive. Maybe it's 9th grade reverse?
I don't even know, but I'm loving the ironic kooky-ness of it all.
I feel like a great weight has been lifted, like now's my time to get out there and have some serious fun.
Lord knows it's about time.
Senior year's gonna be interesting, I can just feel it.
Till next time--signing off...
-Z