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Heart of Darkness is one of the best book titles I've ever heard. It's so fucking daunting I can't wait to conquer it. Speaking of conquering, Clutter gave me a 5 out of 16 on my Keats analysis... but it's nothing on me. I know I understood "Ode on a Grecian Urn." He just gave us a horrendous prompt that made no sense-so of course my essay "wandered all over the place." I stayed after school to discuss it/feel sorry for myself, and I got two points back for that. He told me my professors would love me in college, and that made me kind of start crying. I also was a half point away from getting an A on the test we also got back. I mean, that's fine...
Lately I've been giving myself headaches. They might be imaginary. I think I'm losing my mind from too much pit rehearsal. Except for this Sunday, I have rehearsal every single day until next Saturday for at least four hours. I hate everyone around me, and I've been purposely showing up late every day to make a grand entrance. I'm so dramatic it's silly. Today I brought my glasses so that I could see everybody better. It's really unsettling when I can't tell if someone is looking at me. Namely Ian. He was nice to me today. He said hi to me during our break. And we looked at each other and smiled when all the von Trapp kids were seriously out of tune on the stage. It was so funny. I wish the people sitting near me had my sense of humor. So it's okay now.
Bobby asked me to prom today. I came home to a rose and a poster on my front porch asking me in French if I will go to la danse avec him. I threw a temper tantrum in front of Megan before retiring to my room to cry about it, but then I finally realized that I have to say yes. I'll still have fun with him anyway. I just need to make sure I look really pretty. Perhaps not too pretty, though: I'm not putting out for him. There's no way. He probably knows that.
It's my job to pick out my favorite senior memories and such to lay out on the senior Chieftain. It's interesting to see what everyone's real priorities and passions are. Some people wrote down really interesting "most memorable" moments. Oh, I also hate Pendery so much.
This week I've been going to bed very early. I think I'm going to go to bed now. My body needs its dreams.
Lately I've been giving myself headaches. They might be imaginary. I think I'm losing my mind from too much pit rehearsal. Except for this Sunday, I have rehearsal every single day until next Saturday for at least four hours. I hate everyone around me, and I've been purposely showing up late every day to make a grand entrance. I'm so dramatic it's silly. Today I brought my glasses so that I could see everybody better. It's really unsettling when I can't tell if someone is looking at me. Namely Ian. He was nice to me today. He said hi to me during our break. And we looked at each other and smiled when all the von Trapp kids were seriously out of tune on the stage. It was so funny. I wish the people sitting near me had my sense of humor. So it's okay now.
Bobby asked me to prom today. I came home to a rose and a poster on my front porch asking me in French if I will go to la danse avec him. I threw a temper tantrum in front of Megan before retiring to my room to cry about it, but then I finally realized that I have to say yes. I'll still have fun with him anyway. I just need to make sure I look really pretty. Perhaps not too pretty, though: I'm not putting out for him. There's no way. He probably knows that.
It's my job to pick out my favorite senior memories and such to lay out on the senior Chieftain. It's interesting to see what everyone's real priorities and passions are. Some people wrote down really interesting "most memorable" moments. Oh, I also hate Pendery so much.
This week I've been going to bed very early. I think I'm going to go to bed now. My body needs its dreams.