Eh..meh...bleh
I feel that I should write with more enthusiasm; it has been over a week since my last update, yet I've been having a really blase attitude to my journal.
Anyway, school is going as smoothly as can be expected. Anxiously awaiting my PSAT score, enjoying watching The Great Dictator in film, knowing all the secrets in Project Adventure trust building exercises before we start climbing (I love our high ropes course), struggling with calligraphy in Japanese, and stealing the limelight in English and History. I'm starting to develop a real dislike for Chemistry, and a pure hatred of math - but that's nothing new. Per usual, I'll do well at them with very little effort (sorry to flatter myself), and I'll get over it. They are the last required technical classes of my high school career, so woot!
And for those few that don't know, I've found myself a new boy. Alright, he's only technically a boy, but it's all good -_-. It's an odd transition from dating the guy who built his own darkroom (as in with hammer, nails, and wood), to someone who carries around a messenger bag.
Sorry this entry is so unsatisfying, but it's only to keep you informed that I have not in fact died.
Edward
Anyway, school is going as smoothly as can be expected. Anxiously awaiting my PSAT score, enjoying watching The Great Dictator in film, knowing all the secrets in Project Adventure trust building exercises before we start climbing (I love our high ropes course), struggling with calligraphy in Japanese, and stealing the limelight in English and History. I'm starting to develop a real dislike for Chemistry, and a pure hatred of math - but that's nothing new. Per usual, I'll do well at them with very little effort (sorry to flatter myself), and I'll get over it. They are the last required technical classes of my high school career, so woot!
And for those few that don't know, I've found myself a new boy. Alright, he's only technically a boy, but it's all good -_-. It's an odd transition from dating the guy who built his own darkroom (as in with hammer, nails, and wood), to someone who carries around a messenger bag.
Sorry this entry is so unsatisfying, but it's only to keep you informed that I have not in fact died.
Edward