I have this sense of impending doom
I had a soccer game last night (which we won, 5-2!) and the legs? The legs are now dead. I played midfield for the first time since, god, 8th grade? Long time coming with considerable more running than sweeper. I'm glad I've been jogging in the mornings or else I don't think I would've been able to leave bed. Everything's coming at me so fast. I go talk to Noel House about my senior project grant tomorrow and I know that she'll think it's total shit. I don't think they'll be able to use it and that bums me out. I really wanted to help for my senior project but all I'll come up with are two documents that do no good. Grr. And then I present them next week. And then I study like mad, mad I tell you, for three AP tests that I have no clue about. Then AP tests! And sometime this week I'll have to write an essay for UH honors which should be cake but just isn't happening. I went in to fill out an application for a summer job at the same nursing home my mom works at today and argg.
In conclusion:
I DON'T WANT TO GROW UP. PETER PAN, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU?
In conclusion:
I DON'T WANT TO GROW UP. PETER PAN, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU?