I thought your coffee table was more clever than that.
I've been biffing everything horribly this week.
I can't tell you how many time's I've screwed up during marching band practice
And looked like an idiot, because I'm drill captain and should know what I'm doing.
I can't tell you how many times I've had to ask people what their orders were,
Because I can't pay attention when I'm falling asleep right where I stand.
I can't tell you how many things I have forgotten at birthday parties,
And how much money I must owe Party Animals by now.
I could tell you, however, that I have already slept through Pima three times.
I'm getting really sick of my lifestyle.
Something really sucks about working your butt off and still being hungry at the end of the day.
It also sucks to work nonstop,
Because when you finally get the chance to stop and look around you realize that everything has changed.
It's weird to think that that girl I was friends with in high school is now a novelist.
It's weird to see someone who was in my math class in the sixth grade with a baby.
It's weird to think about how one year from now, everyone is going to be in completely different places.
I might end up in Phoenix.
For now, I just need to focus on even getting into college with my GPA.
I've worked hard, just not in a way that gives me a good transcript.
I know I've been saying this forever, but it's true:
I want to be able to go to school and just go to school.
And test scores say that I'm intelligent.
I just need some wealthy person to take a chance on me and give me a scholarship.
My mom's filing for bankruptcy.
She said that she wants to pay me back at least $1500 by the time I graduate,
But I told her she didn't have to.
The satisfaction of moving out and getting to spend my own money would be satisfaction enough.
I've finally figured out what was missing,
In everything.
It was art.
And I feel no need to explain myself.
I can't tell you how many time's I've screwed up during marching band practice
And looked like an idiot, because I'm drill captain and should know what I'm doing.
I can't tell you how many times I've had to ask people what their orders were,
Because I can't pay attention when I'm falling asleep right where I stand.
I can't tell you how many things I have forgotten at birthday parties,
And how much money I must owe Party Animals by now.
I could tell you, however, that I have already slept through Pima three times.
I'm getting really sick of my lifestyle.
Something really sucks about working your butt off and still being hungry at the end of the day.
It also sucks to work nonstop,
Because when you finally get the chance to stop and look around you realize that everything has changed.
It's weird to think that that girl I was friends with in high school is now a novelist.
It's weird to see someone who was in my math class in the sixth grade with a baby.
It's weird to think about how one year from now, everyone is going to be in completely different places.
I might end up in Phoenix.
For now, I just need to focus on even getting into college with my GPA.
I've worked hard, just not in a way that gives me a good transcript.
I know I've been saying this forever, but it's true:
I want to be able to go to school and just go to school.
And test scores say that I'm intelligent.
I just need some wealthy person to take a chance on me and give me a scholarship.
My mom's filing for bankruptcy.
She said that she wants to pay me back at least $1500 by the time I graduate,
But I told her she didn't have to.
The satisfaction of moving out and getting to spend my own money would be satisfaction enough.
I've finally figured out what was missing,
In everything.
It was art.
And I feel no need to explain myself.