"Youve got to believe it'll be allright in the end/ youve got to believe it'll be alright again..."
I hate Duran Duran, but that's a nice song. It's very uplifting, I suppose. To elaborate on my previous entry, as if anyone really cares, I'd like to say that I'm pretty excited about having my permit. I had made my appointment for 8:50 am. I woke up at 8:27. We rushed over to the DMV only to remember that I needed my birth certificate. Five minutes before we left the house the first time : "Oh yeah, MOM, I NEED my Birth Certificate!" *from across the house as I put on my pants* "OK, I FOUND IT!" *bob putting on shirt/sweater at the same time* "I'TS RIGHT HERE, ON THE SOFA!" *I didnt hear that* Ok, so flash forward to us waiting in line at the DMV. Old Asian guy with accent, "do you have your Birth Certificate?" *bob looks at mom and things to self , "ah shit..."* SO yeah. I didnt hear her when she said it was on the sofa, so we had to drive back home and pick it up. We got back to the DMV. Now, it was 9:05 and there was a line. Bastards. So I got a number and I sat down. My number was called after three minutes. The lady who took care of my paperwork waas nice. Our birthdays are on the same day, she's just three or four times older than I am. I took my vision test. Thank GOD I had my glasses on. I got my picture taken. It actually came out well. I took my test. I got 44/46 which angered me because I wanted 100%, but shut my mom up, so I was happy. She didn't complain after that. So we got back home and I watched Finding Nemo with my little brother and sister. After that, I did homework, sort of, until 7ish when I came online. I haven't signed off yet. Winter Break is drawing to a close and I am praying more and more and more that when I wake up tomorrow, it will be December 17, 2004. The truth is that I dont want to return to school, especially Chemistry and Math Analysis. I hate both of those classes. I dont hate them because anything other than the fact that I am not doing well. I detest those classes because of my own folly. It;s my way of shifting my lack of intelligence/capability onto someone else. I don;t know why I cant do well in those classes, really. I try. I really do. Then again, this is the first year that I've ever ac tually "tried" to get good grades (instead of them just comin g to me naturally) and I have a 3.14 GPA. You don't have to go to south Asia too find a tsunami, or at least, drowned victims who never had a chance. This is all very melodramatic, I'm sure, but eh, what the hell? My dreams are starting to flounder a little, maybe more than just a little. I can't attribute it to anything except maybe being in too deep. It's funny because I feel like I've done a lot less this year than ever before and yet, I'm dying, drowning in a pool of my own fluids.