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"Get away from this place, have a new name and face..."
Jr. Prom is on Friday, Senior bunk day is the 28th + 31st, Awrds nite is coming up, Sr. Prom is soon, I turn 18 soon, I'm getting my nose and/or lip peirced soon, and GRADUATION IS IN LESS THEN A MONTH. June is gonna own.
Lately, I've felt that I have somewhat grown up a little. I've started to think about the future alot...and not just the fact that I'm going out Friday nite. I mean the REAL future (if thats definable). I've decided to would be in my best interest to take a few summer classes this June-July. I thought a Math class (since I'm behind because I was in B all through High School) and a Creative Writing class. Then when the fall semester came, since I already have a History course done, I'd have three full classes out of the way. But thats just a possibility. I mean, yea, it sounds like a good idea NOW, but when the time comes and everyone is at the beach and I'm in school is really gonna blow. Then I'm gonna be working at nite to save up to actually PAY for college...and to save some money for when I transfer. If I do all this, I wont really have too much of a summer, but I'm not that worried, despite the work load college will be a pretty big, bad ass party. It's not like I'd really want to hang out with that many people anyway, so I wouldn't really miss out on anything. No worries.
...WHY DO THINGS HAVE TO CHANGE WHEN WE ONLY HAVE THREE WEEKS?!...
...I really miss him. It seems like weeks since we last hung out. I'll admit it... I am jealous. I am VERY jealous. I'm overly happy for you, and I really think you deserve this. I won't say your priorities are off, because whose to say what priorities are supposed to be. I just wish you had more time for your friends..like you used to. It's shitty...I used to be your girl..we were best friends. This year made us SO close...and then, you forget. You forget all we've been through in a matter of days. I hate this. I understand why it's like this, but it doesn't make it any easier. I wish I could make you read this. I wish I could make you understand why I feel like this. And then maybe you'd get it. But I doubt I could do that, and I doubt that would make things any better...
Italy huh? I'm speechless. I guess thats why that say, careful what you wish for.