The Stoned Baboon
Between worrying about what I'm going to write for my college application essay (yes, I know.) and getting lost amid huge piles of ever-growing homework, I haven't had time to update this thing. My year looks a bit dismal from here. I have one class with a friend I actually TALK to and thats english for COLLEGE. College meaning we're being forced to tear our souls out and paste them into a college application essay. Anything less would be below the standards. Ugh. If there's one thing I hate about english it's choosing what to write an essay about. In fact I SHOULD be doing my homework right now.
I haven't slept very well these last three nights. I think it's because I'm always extremely stressed for school. Simply saying "there's school tomorrow" ignites in me a raging inferno of stress.
I got a new chair. It's spiffy. And nylon. And it makes me sweat like a horny monkey. Haha, yes Ashley, I stole the horny monkey thing from you.
Marching Band today! I think we're actually getting WORSE. We were so good at band camp and then in a matter of weeks we suck. Or maybe we sucked the whole time and I was just delusional during band camp. Talking about band, Wind Ensemble is SO hard. But fun! It's a challenge and it's actually beautiful music.
There's nothing like creating beautiful music in a group.
But if the music sucks *cough* marching band *cough* it's not so good.
Apparently I was elected Public Announcer for the Art club today. Jocelyn volunteered me against my will. But I guess art is great and I hear we get to go to Seattle sometime during the year which makes me at least a bit excited.
Does this mean I have to make all the announcements on the intercom? Holy crap that would suck. Then EVERYBODY would know I'm in art club and I would get egged on my way home by those bumbling sex-driven football idiots. I am so sick of them. Seeing them grope their girlfriends and say insanely idiotic remarks (greeted by equally retarded laughs) in the hall everyday just BOTHERS me *stabs something*.
But as long as they don't egg me or direct their retarded jokes at me, I won't get too biased against them.
Why did I get on that tangent?
What the hell?
Ok.
So I got my permit today. And I looked like a stoned baboon in the picture. I hope I don't get stuck with that picture for life or I'd kill myself. Gtg to marching band! Bye!
I haven't slept very well these last three nights. I think it's because I'm always extremely stressed for school. Simply saying "there's school tomorrow" ignites in me a raging inferno of stress.
I got a new chair. It's spiffy. And nylon. And it makes me sweat like a horny monkey. Haha, yes Ashley, I stole the horny monkey thing from you.
Marching Band today! I think we're actually getting WORSE. We were so good at band camp and then in a matter of weeks we suck. Or maybe we sucked the whole time and I was just delusional during band camp. Talking about band, Wind Ensemble is SO hard. But fun! It's a challenge and it's actually beautiful music.
There's nothing like creating beautiful music in a group.
But if the music sucks *cough* marching band *cough* it's not so good.
Apparently I was elected Public Announcer for the Art club today. Jocelyn volunteered me against my will. But I guess art is great and I hear we get to go to Seattle sometime during the year which makes me at least a bit excited.
Does this mean I have to make all the announcements on the intercom? Holy crap that would suck. Then EVERYBODY would know I'm in art club and I would get egged on my way home by those bumbling sex-driven football idiots. I am so sick of them. Seeing them grope their girlfriends and say insanely idiotic remarks (greeted by equally retarded laughs) in the hall everyday just BOTHERS me *stabs something*.
But as long as they don't egg me or direct their retarded jokes at me, I won't get too biased against them.
Why did I get on that tangent?
What the hell?
Ok.
So I got my permit today. And I looked like a stoned baboon in the picture. I hope I don't get stuck with that picture for life or I'd kill myself. Gtg to marching band! Bye!