How many special people change/How many lives are living strange?

Sep 01, 2005 19:02

Some days are good, some days are amazing, and some days absolutely SUCK.

Today was somewhere in between good and amazing because I love spontaneous outings with cool people, and Dunkin Donuts on a budget, and Alanna's house, and tomatoes, and listening to songs infinitely, and long walks. And me being hilarious occasionally. Really, it's heartening that sometimes people laugh at my jokes. Although I still laugh at them way more.

I have some pretty stellar classes. A couple good teachers, i.e. Flaggert, and tons of people I know in classes, way more than last year. Except maybe Woodruff. ruff! ruff! ruff! ...which has Drew Savignano. It's weird how Drew really doesn't seem that awful in class, just kind of annoying. But he's done some AWFUL things. And not just, like, stupid stuff.

I really want to be more involved this year. I mean, I'm a participator in general, but toward the end of last year I did pretty much nothing, and boredom is worse than so many things, because you don't really realize how much it brings you down, and you definitely can't pity yourself for it. So Hilltopper--btw, does anyone know people who are in weird clubs? Bcs I'm doing an article about the Oracle, and I want to talk to someone who's in, like, Academic Bowl, or Scrabble club. And me and Sarah are upping the ante with not one but THREE dance classes this year.

And I sort of want a job. Because having no money is difficult. AHGHH there are so many things I would buy if I could. Ipod, CDs, clothes,  not worrying about large iced coffees (maybe even with sugar free vanilla syrup!), being a little more independent and buying necessities for myself. And it also makes me sad that I love THINGS so much. Although I really do love my stuff, and I pretty much use all the things I buy.

So, in conclusion, my goals for this year are involvement, money, don't spend all my free time on school, like school at least nominally. And maybe a boyfriend in there somewhere.

What a lovely five paragraph essay.
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