Emo--it's something in the water. (And I think it may be contagious.)
Yeah, so sometimes I get whiny in my mind over pointless things. Of course, I would never think to vocalize such thoughts, because they're so hideously unfounded. And whiny. :\ I don't like feeling vulnerable--and admitting that things bother you, or that you worry about certain things more than you should, is being vulnerable.
Anyhow, that's my random, cryptic rant of the evening. Now I need to get back to working on my American Government review packet which is due tomorrow. I'm sooo glad I got my Humanities homework out of the way over the weekend.
Tomorrow I need to order some prints of my digital photography.
Plans for Spring Break thusfar:
Tomorrow: Play with Lisa and Connor.
Thursday: Nothing, yet. Probably live at Lisa's house. :)
Friday: Go to Byron's birthday party.
Saturday: Do homework. (And apply for scholarships. Maybe.)
Monday: Dread returning to school, I'm sure.
Every time Spring Break rolls around, I get that slightest nostalgic feeling, remembering Spring Break of eighth grade, when Kari, Selphie, and I went down to Goblin Valley. I think that may still be holding its rank as my favorite memory. I think this may be because I never wrote it down (because I wasn't keeping any sort of journal at the time), so I can relive it in any way and any light that I like.
Maybe that's the way memories should be.
Anyhow--back to homework. I swear it.
- Kat
Anyhow, that's my random, cryptic rant of the evening. Now I need to get back to working on my American Government review packet which is due tomorrow. I'm sooo glad I got my Humanities homework out of the way over the weekend.
Tomorrow I need to order some prints of my digital photography.
Plans for Spring Break thusfar:
Tomorrow: Play with Lisa and Connor.
Thursday: Nothing, yet. Probably live at Lisa's house. :)
Friday: Go to Byron's birthday party.
Saturday: Do homework. (And apply for scholarships. Maybe.)
Monday: Dread returning to school, I'm sure.
Every time Spring Break rolls around, I get that slightest nostalgic feeling, remembering Spring Break of eighth grade, when Kari, Selphie, and I went down to Goblin Valley. I think that may still be holding its rank as my favorite memory. I think this may be because I never wrote it down (because I wasn't keeping any sort of journal at the time), so I can relive it in any way and any light that I like.
Maybe that's the way memories should be.
Anyhow--back to homework. I swear it.
- Kat