Mar 10, 2010 21:31
It scares me how much of my creative power is derived from destruction. I don't think many people would be comfortable surveying the inside of my skull. Or maybe everyone thinks this way and just doesn't like to talk about it.
On a wholly different topic, I am thoroughly sick of hearing about prom. I do not know if I want to go, the date situation has become an awkward mess for everyone, and it just does not seem worth all of this fuss.
I won a National Gold Medal for my multimedia piece in Scholastics. I was semi-deranged with excitement when I found out. It gives me hope for the marginalized.
There are two and a half more months of school left, and I do not know if I can handle it.