Serious blog is serious.
I should really learn to put these in the category of blogging, where they technically belong. The last blog of the night was random, but this will be more serious.
Sooo, I need to update more. Like, a lot more.
I've come to the realization that the rest of the senior class needs to shut the fuck up about how excited they are. I'm not; I'm two wrong looks and a college application away from throwing up, stabbing someone, driving off a bridge, or some horrifically jumbled mixture of all three. Stop telling me how exited you are; I deeply covet your will to remain calm under the stress of the unknown future.
Moving on; I'm just stressed. I'm worried about after all this. Life after High School; I realize one mistake could have me in a good few years worth of torment and unwanted work. Whatever; I have it coming. The uncertainty of some situations unnerves me...
The hurricane was not so bad. I guess that's from the perspective of a girl in a house having five old, rotting trees leaning over it and was miraculous not flattened. Definitely appreciative of whatever greater power spared me.
Still not getting me a church, big guy; sorry. Which reminds me; mom wants to take me to a tent revival. I think she wants to do it before I turn 18 in, like, five days. Oh snap; I've got a car, so that shit's not happening. It's not that I don't like religious people; I'm just not one of them and would prefer that they not solicit their unyielding faith to me. They don't need to make things more complicated for me that absolutely necessary.
Speaking of unnecessary things; Economics can officially suck left tit. I've never met such an infuriating subject; that it can take a situation as terribly simple as supply and demand and contort it until it has terms and names unrecognizable. I do think they do it on purpose; to keep us stupid. Psychology is nice; I enjoy learning about the fathers of the subject and their contribution to our current understanding of the human mind.
Mr. Freud, you were a pervert that no one wants to admit made some semblance of coherent sense.
Moving on. Genetics is epic-win. Still getting used to calling the teacher Newsome now. Bought some fish for her fish tank. All she had before it was a Zebra fish who is blind in one eye, a neon pink guppy, and a shit load of small, freshwater snails. It's a nice community; I added six fish.
The Car Wash went well; met some new cadets, most of whom I enjoyed. A few need some serious attitude adjustments, but we'll always get those, now won't we? Eh, not to work on the Doughnut Sale. Probably won't need to worry about it too much, I've got it in my head.
On that note; I need to go to bed. Tomorrow shall be school, and more interaction with people I like and don't like. Which...isn't any different from sitting at home, actually...
Sooo, I need to update more. Like, a lot more.
I've come to the realization that the rest of the senior class needs to shut the fuck up about how excited they are. I'm not; I'm two wrong looks and a college application away from throwing up, stabbing someone, driving off a bridge, or some horrifically jumbled mixture of all three. Stop telling me how exited you are; I deeply covet your will to remain calm under the stress of the unknown future.
Moving on; I'm just stressed. I'm worried about after all this. Life after High School; I realize one mistake could have me in a good few years worth of torment and unwanted work. Whatever; I have it coming. The uncertainty of some situations unnerves me...
The hurricane was not so bad. I guess that's from the perspective of a girl in a house having five old, rotting trees leaning over it and was miraculous not flattened. Definitely appreciative of whatever greater power spared me.
Still not getting me a church, big guy; sorry. Which reminds me; mom wants to take me to a tent revival. I think she wants to do it before I turn 18 in, like, five days. Oh snap; I've got a car, so that shit's not happening. It's not that I don't like religious people; I'm just not one of them and would prefer that they not solicit their unyielding faith to me. They don't need to make things more complicated for me that absolutely necessary.
Speaking of unnecessary things; Economics can officially suck left tit. I've never met such an infuriating subject; that it can take a situation as terribly simple as supply and demand and contort it until it has terms and names unrecognizable. I do think they do it on purpose; to keep us stupid. Psychology is nice; I enjoy learning about the fathers of the subject and their contribution to our current understanding of the human mind.
Mr. Freud, you were a pervert that no one wants to admit made some semblance of coherent sense.
Moving on. Genetics is epic-win. Still getting used to calling the teacher Newsome now. Bought some fish for her fish tank. All she had before it was a Zebra fish who is blind in one eye, a neon pink guppy, and a shit load of small, freshwater snails. It's a nice community; I added six fish.
The Car Wash went well; met some new cadets, most of whom I enjoyed. A few need some serious attitude adjustments, but we'll always get those, now won't we? Eh, not to work on the Doughnut Sale. Probably won't need to worry about it too much, I've got it in my head.
On that note; I need to go to bed. Tomorrow shall be school, and more interaction with people I like and don't like. Which...isn't any different from sitting at home, actually...