soothe.
i haven't been on this, or the computer very much lately. this update is overdue, and at the same time, unnecessary.
school is a terrible, terrible waste of time. excepting atp, in which we are possibly doing one of my favorite shows... EVER..., and my mother's class, because it's easy. Chemistry is going to KICK my ASS. But i'm doing okay so far, and excelling at math for once.
i smushed [no, really] my car up against matt's shed recently, costing my parents about $1300. i feel really terrible, and intend to pay them back every cent. As soon as i get hired at vibrant artwear [fingers crossed].
I'm looking into internships in the area for this spring. I spend most of my free time daydreaming or planning for college. It feels so unnecessary, being here, and being still in high school. I'm ready to go, why do i have to spend another year in the same building, in the same classrooms, squeezing the things i really love doing, like sewing and designing into the tiny minutes and hours left over?
I went through my closet yesterday, and i realized i have about 5% recent- store-bought clothing, 20% clothing i made, and 75% vintage clothing. Not counting the drawer full of vintage silk scarves, vintage shoes littering my closet/room floor, and the vintage hats hanging from every hook and bedpost. I live in the 1960s, didn't you know?
Speaking of, I watched Charade last night, with Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant. I love Audrey Hepburn. You know this. It was hilarious.
I began watching I Shot Andy Warhol, and it's fascinating.
What else, what else? This weekend couldn't be more welcome. Tonight will be amazing if all goes as planned, camping. It spawned this conversation with my momma:
Mrs T: "Who all is going on this trip?"
Me: "I dunno... Me, Matt, Bri, Mike, Jack maybe..."
Mrs T: "Are any girls going?"
Me: "Uhhh..."
Mrs T: "You're going camping with a bunch of boys? Teenage boys do crazy things in the woods."
hahaha. i don't know what she could be talking about. I'm pretty damn psyched for a s'more.
i leave you with this, my chemistry teacher told this joke on the first day:
"Why does Snoop Dogg need an umbrella? Fo' drizzle."
har har har.
love.
school is a terrible, terrible waste of time. excepting atp, in which we are possibly doing one of my favorite shows... EVER..., and my mother's class, because it's easy. Chemistry is going to KICK my ASS. But i'm doing okay so far, and excelling at math for once.
i smushed [no, really] my car up against matt's shed recently, costing my parents about $1300. i feel really terrible, and intend to pay them back every cent. As soon as i get hired at vibrant artwear [fingers crossed].
I'm looking into internships in the area for this spring. I spend most of my free time daydreaming or planning for college. It feels so unnecessary, being here, and being still in high school. I'm ready to go, why do i have to spend another year in the same building, in the same classrooms, squeezing the things i really love doing, like sewing and designing into the tiny minutes and hours left over?
I went through my closet yesterday, and i realized i have about 5% recent- store-bought clothing, 20% clothing i made, and 75% vintage clothing. Not counting the drawer full of vintage silk scarves, vintage shoes littering my closet/room floor, and the vintage hats hanging from every hook and bedpost. I live in the 1960s, didn't you know?
Speaking of, I watched Charade last night, with Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant. I love Audrey Hepburn. You know this. It was hilarious.
I began watching I Shot Andy Warhol, and it's fascinating.
What else, what else? This weekend couldn't be more welcome. Tonight will be amazing if all goes as planned, camping. It spawned this conversation with my momma:
Mrs T: "Who all is going on this trip?"
Me: "I dunno... Me, Matt, Bri, Mike, Jack maybe..."
Mrs T: "Are any girls going?"
Me: "Uhhh..."
Mrs T: "You're going camping with a bunch of boys? Teenage boys do crazy things in the woods."
hahaha. i don't know what she could be talking about. I'm pretty damn psyched for a s'more.
i leave you with this, my chemistry teacher told this joke on the first day:
"Why does Snoop Dogg need an umbrella? Fo' drizzle."
har har har.
love.