Ne fessez pas le singe, s'il vous plait.
School happened again this year. I really can't think of any way to make that sound exciting. At least by May, I'll be all done with high school for ever and ever, unless we have another Blizzard of Doom, in which case school won't end until mid-July. AP English, a class I had been looking forward to/dreading, is turning out to be not as scary as I had expected. I'll probably be eating those words by next week. Oh, well. Just pass the ketchup.
I want to start a petition to get the Nazi "security guard" fired.
I'm going to have to surrender my bedroom to my grandmother soon, since she now lives with us in our already too small house. I will be relegated to the upstairs bedroom that I'll be forced to share with my sister. I really don't feel like packing up my entire life and moving it upstairs where I'll live until I leave for college. This means I'm going to have to take down all of my posters and other assorted miscellany stuck to my walls. Just thinking about doing that makes me sad. My room is my only sanctuary and now it's being taken away from me. I probably sound horribly selfish and whiny at this point, but I don't think that wanting to keep my own room is too much to ask. The only reason I even agreed to the room-switch, though, was to prevent moving into a bigger house in New Bedford because as much as I abhor this town, it beats living in scuzzy downtown New Bedford.
Oh my poor, addled brain.
I want to start a petition to get the Nazi "security guard" fired.
I'm going to have to surrender my bedroom to my grandmother soon, since she now lives with us in our already too small house. I will be relegated to the upstairs bedroom that I'll be forced to share with my sister. I really don't feel like packing up my entire life and moving it upstairs where I'll live until I leave for college. This means I'm going to have to take down all of my posters and other assorted miscellany stuck to my walls. Just thinking about doing that makes me sad. My room is my only sanctuary and now it's being taken away from me. I probably sound horribly selfish and whiny at this point, but I don't think that wanting to keep my own room is too much to ask. The only reason I even agreed to the room-switch, though, was to prevent moving into a bigger house in New Bedford because as much as I abhor this town, it beats living in scuzzy downtown New Bedford.
Oh my poor, addled brain.