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Well, vacation was great. The highlight was definitely when on Xmas night itself after a scrumptous italian-cuisine dinner, my dad (filled with Sambuca at the time), decided that he would take our crazy Aruban Suzuki "Piece-oh-Shit" for a crazy spin. In other words, he got fast-and-the-furious-y. When we pointed this out to him, he simply said:
"Yep. Just call me Vaaaaaaaan Dizzllllle!"
The sad part was that he was serious.
He is now referred to as "Van."
Back to reality, I suppose. Tonight sucked for me. The parentals forbid any fun whatsoever. I just miss people...lots of them.
I feel like I'm no longer giving my all in anything I do anymore.
School, clubs, swim...anything. It's just an overall terrible feeling.
Senioritis?
I claimed I would never get it until finals second semester were over with.
Am I....striken?
=/
"Yep. Just call me Vaaaaaaaan Dizzllllle!"
The sad part was that he was serious.
He is now referred to as "Van."
Back to reality, I suppose. Tonight sucked for me. The parentals forbid any fun whatsoever. I just miss people...lots of them.
I feel like I'm no longer giving my all in anything I do anymore.
School, clubs, swim...anything. It's just an overall terrible feeling.
Senioritis?
I claimed I would never get it until finals second semester were over with.
Am I....striken?
=/