what a beautiful wedding
Sometimes i wonder what this entire past semester would look like in a nutshell, and i can't picture it. It's just like this blur of a few petty crushes and one really deep one... lots of sophia, amanda, divya, the old amanda, will, and emily jones... coldplay and metric...
::brief aside: my mom just came in my room and asked me what i do online every night and said that since i spend so much time on the computer, i can't be up to much good. i told her-- facebook, lj... what does she think i do? why does she care? if only i were rebellious, then she'd really have something to lecture me about. i don't mind her asking, i just mind the disgust with which she asks. yes, i was up until 4 last night and yes i slept until after 2pm today; i told her i would not make a habit of this. but her problem seemed to be that 'normal' people don't stay up that late using the computer. well you know what? i'm not normal. and do you know what normal peple my age do this time of night? they're out driving around town, drinking and partying and making out with their boyfriends. i swear, i'm not gonna complain about my mom habitually like i usually do because i've learned how to placate her for the most part (re: pretend like i agree with her at all costs), but it really pisses me off because i'm a good person, i don't get into trouble, i don't smoke, i don't drink, i don't have a guy in my life for her to worry about, i make straight As every semester, and she has to b*tch at me about using the computer and listening to ::gasp:: non-Christian music with perfectly clean lyrics. Spare me.::
But yeah, good semester overall.
Finals week was very low-stress (if you don't count Kevin) for me; i took walks and watched movies and slept alot. Sophia and Natasha came back to get me in Friday, and my stuff literally took up every possible square inch of her car that we could spare. That is why i was wedged in the fetal position in the backseat... it was a miracle that it all fit. It took us forever to make it fit, and since we had to haul trash bags full of my stuff (i'm such a ghetto packer) from Patt to the E-lot, my clothes ended up falling out into the street... i guess the bags weren't strong enough. But we did it. It took me about 4 or 5 hours to unpack and get my room situated (it's so pretty now-- i put all my artifical flowers in vases with stones around the room). Alot of the time spent was sorting, folding, and hanging clothes. I have a queen-sized bed, and the clothes i brought home (not counting the ones that were already here) covered the entire area and were still like a foot high. It felt like gluttony. I am making a sizable donation to the goodwill soon.
Today i slept until 2:30 pm (and NO i don't feel bad about it; sleep does much to heal me both physically and emotionally, not that i would expect my mom to consider that, either), ate (free!) cereal, took a bath, prayed/read the Bible (i am done taking God for granted), fixed the toilet (upon her request), scrubbed the floor (upon her request), got online, took a long walk, and got online again. Now i'm gonna go read. Latest book = boy meets girl by joshua harris. It's one of those dating books that gets you thinking about what God wants. Boy, do i need it.
I looked at my classes for next year on webuk a few minutes ago and my status said 'Senior.' It gave me an odd feeling.
::brief aside: my mom just came in my room and asked me what i do online every night and said that since i spend so much time on the computer, i can't be up to much good. i told her-- facebook, lj... what does she think i do? why does she care? if only i were rebellious, then she'd really have something to lecture me about. i don't mind her asking, i just mind the disgust with which she asks. yes, i was up until 4 last night and yes i slept until after 2pm today; i told her i would not make a habit of this. but her problem seemed to be that 'normal' people don't stay up that late using the computer. well you know what? i'm not normal. and do you know what normal peple my age do this time of night? they're out driving around town, drinking and partying and making out with their boyfriends. i swear, i'm not gonna complain about my mom habitually like i usually do because i've learned how to placate her for the most part (re: pretend like i agree with her at all costs), but it really pisses me off because i'm a good person, i don't get into trouble, i don't smoke, i don't drink, i don't have a guy in my life for her to worry about, i make straight As every semester, and she has to b*tch at me about using the computer and listening to ::gasp:: non-Christian music with perfectly clean lyrics. Spare me.::
But yeah, good semester overall.
Finals week was very low-stress (if you don't count Kevin) for me; i took walks and watched movies and slept alot. Sophia and Natasha came back to get me in Friday, and my stuff literally took up every possible square inch of her car that we could spare. That is why i was wedged in the fetal position in the backseat... it was a miracle that it all fit. It took us forever to make it fit, and since we had to haul trash bags full of my stuff (i'm such a ghetto packer) from Patt to the E-lot, my clothes ended up falling out into the street... i guess the bags weren't strong enough. But we did it. It took me about 4 or 5 hours to unpack and get my room situated (it's so pretty now-- i put all my artifical flowers in vases with stones around the room). Alot of the time spent was sorting, folding, and hanging clothes. I have a queen-sized bed, and the clothes i brought home (not counting the ones that were already here) covered the entire area and were still like a foot high. It felt like gluttony. I am making a sizable donation to the goodwill soon.
Today i slept until 2:30 pm (and NO i don't feel bad about it; sleep does much to heal me both physically and emotionally, not that i would expect my mom to consider that, either), ate (free!) cereal, took a bath, prayed/read the Bible (i am done taking God for granted), fixed the toilet (upon her request), scrubbed the floor (upon her request), got online, took a long walk, and got online again. Now i'm gonna go read. Latest book = boy meets girl by joshua harris. It's one of those dating books that gets you thinking about what God wants. Boy, do i need it.
I looked at my classes for next year on webuk a few minutes ago and my status said 'Senior.' It gave me an odd feeling.