Done.
Exams are finally over, which is a relief. My exams went okay, but I'm still worried about my marks. I haven't handed in my missing ToK assignments, so my marks aren't great. We've got a 4 day long weekend, and no Vietschool, so I can dedicate my time to working on my Extended Essay and Internal Assessment... and missing assignments.
Party hardy? No likely. I don't have the time to do that anymore... hell I don't think I've ever had the time to do that. I need to start applying for scholarships at the UofR, or I'm screwed. Cash is low, and with tuition so High I have to either get great scholarships, work more, or take a year off to work full time. I don't know what is going to happened anymore.
There is nothing when it comes to boys these days, and I'm somewhat thankful for that.
I drink way too much coffee. And I don't get enough sleep. Hopefully this weekend will fix that, but it isn't that likely.
Life is so random, its not even that funny anymore. My phone is out of money. My parents ream me out constantly, and most of the time its for good reason. I kind of hate the way I've become... how distant I am with them. How many bad habits I've picked up along the way. Thy isn't helping as much as she said she could, and I don't really trust myself with talking to her anymore because I know it will get back to my mom. That, and she still treats me like I'm an imbicile. I want shoes, and I know I shouldn't buy them. I'm so scared about what is going to happen with IB, graduation, and the rest of my life its not even funny. I just hope I don't absolutly bomb the exams.
Jealousy is a bitch. Sometimes I wish I were as smart as Roanne... or at least as dedicated. Sometimes I wish I were white and didn't have to deal with mom and dad. Other times I love being me, but those times are far and inbetween times of hating life and the situations I've put myself in. I wish we had cash to spare, and that I could go to any university I wanted despite its cost. I wish I were dedicated. I wish I had the drive to diet and lose the weight I've put on over the years. And maybe, most of all, I wish I could be what I want to be, and please mom and dad all at the same time.
But then again, that's just wishful thinking... probably the worst fallacy of them all.
Party hardy? No likely. I don't have the time to do that anymore... hell I don't think I've ever had the time to do that. I need to start applying for scholarships at the UofR, or I'm screwed. Cash is low, and with tuition so High I have to either get great scholarships, work more, or take a year off to work full time. I don't know what is going to happened anymore.
There is nothing when it comes to boys these days, and I'm somewhat thankful for that.
I drink way too much coffee. And I don't get enough sleep. Hopefully this weekend will fix that, but it isn't that likely.
Life is so random, its not even that funny anymore. My phone is out of money. My parents ream me out constantly, and most of the time its for good reason. I kind of hate the way I've become... how distant I am with them. How many bad habits I've picked up along the way. Thy isn't helping as much as she said she could, and I don't really trust myself with talking to her anymore because I know it will get back to my mom. That, and she still treats me like I'm an imbicile. I want shoes, and I know I shouldn't buy them. I'm so scared about what is going to happen with IB, graduation, and the rest of my life its not even funny. I just hope I don't absolutly bomb the exams.
Jealousy is a bitch. Sometimes I wish I were as smart as Roanne... or at least as dedicated. Sometimes I wish I were white and didn't have to deal with mom and dad. Other times I love being me, but those times are far and inbetween times of hating life and the situations I've put myself in. I wish we had cash to spare, and that I could go to any university I wanted despite its cost. I wish I were dedicated. I wish I had the drive to diet and lose the weight I've put on over the years. And maybe, most of all, I wish I could be what I want to be, and please mom and dad all at the same time.
But then again, that's just wishful thinking... probably the worst fallacy of them all.