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So, after a rather huge fight with my mother, there now lies the possibility that I shan't attend the art banquet, or my own art banquet after party. Hah, so, if that happens to be the case, I think I might wear that dress to school one of these days. I also realized how much I love Ian, who has been completely supportive and attentive throughout the whole ordeal. I really couldn't ask for anyone better, and I'm glad we were able to step back into one another's lives.
School has been rather boring post-AP exams, and apparently, I've been pissing some teachers off, which, frankly I hardly care about anymore. I'd rather be told in person, rather than find out through another student. At any rate, I've been called pregnant, yelled at, yelling, skipping, sleeping, partying--and yet, it all feels horribly uneventful. I think I'm in a genuine slump. School is hideously boring, and home is simply hideous. At least I have MICA to somewhat look forward to, but even that is becoming rather dim and disillusioned, I'm just a bit scared to mention it to someone like Nelson, who has seemed a touch more unkind, too. I don't know what, exactly, to do about all of this, in part because I don't feel the energy to really do -anything-. Surprisingly, I feel most at home at work, where I can be fake to people, and smile, and do menial, tedious tasks, and be completely anonymous. I absolutely love it. Or rather, I'm starting to. Kind of pathetic, really.
At any rate, I really do love Ian, very, very much. I'm so glad he is my boyfriend. Goodness, me. What ever could I do without my little slice of pumpkin pie?
School has been rather boring post-AP exams, and apparently, I've been pissing some teachers off, which, frankly I hardly care about anymore. I'd rather be told in person, rather than find out through another student. At any rate, I've been called pregnant, yelled at, yelling, skipping, sleeping, partying--and yet, it all feels horribly uneventful. I think I'm in a genuine slump. School is hideously boring, and home is simply hideous. At least I have MICA to somewhat look forward to, but even that is becoming rather dim and disillusioned, I'm just a bit scared to mention it to someone like Nelson, who has seemed a touch more unkind, too. I don't know what, exactly, to do about all of this, in part because I don't feel the energy to really do -anything-. Surprisingly, I feel most at home at work, where I can be fake to people, and smile, and do menial, tedious tasks, and be completely anonymous. I absolutely love it. Or rather, I'm starting to. Kind of pathetic, really.
At any rate, I really do love Ian, very, very much. I'm so glad he is my boyfriend. Goodness, me. What ever could I do without my little slice of pumpkin pie?