Always another complaint
Well, I'm surprised that Aan-Sofie and I managed to have a love affair across the Atlantic, especially one involving slightly sadistic tactics. Don't ask me why I did this. I'm still a virgin, so what the hell does it matter? Well, everything is moving at breakneck speed now. I totally forgot about the candy fundraiser that started today. Great, now Enright can chew me out for something. Last fucking thing I need. I went to Homecoming this weekend and except for seeing the look on the ex's face when he saw me in purple spandex, it wasn't worth the money. The decorations were cool, though, but the music sucked. I still had fun with Chica in spite of it. If she hadn't gone, I don't know what would've transpired. Still, the joy of the weekend has now died off because I now have to deal with reality again. And in reality, I have too much going on and not enough time to do it in. I just finished my character analysis for Enright, so she better be happy. I finished all of my essential homework, but I should be working on my college apps. I still haven't written my personal statements. Shit. And I can't find my first draft of the one I did write. God, I'm screwed. At least rehearsals won't be too prevalent this week. But after next week, it's all over but the never break down. I just feel really tired. And crazed. It could always be worse.