short rant
I'm really done with school. I wish that were actually true. I only have about 2 more months, but really...I'm done. There are so many things I would rather be doing than almost everything I'm doing now. I went to a Dance Showcase as an assignment for my ballet class, and I really enjoyed it. The problem is that I have to write a critique of the dances. I would rather just think about the dances on my own and not have to write a paper about it.
This seems to be the season of breakups (not me, but my friends). I'm terrible at giving advice; I always was. I'm afraid my friend, Jenn, is going to get hurt eventually by randomly dating guys, but I don't know how to tell her to be careful. Hmm, perhaps I should say, "Jenn, be careful."
I'm sick. I don't want to be sick. Yuck.
Okay, I think that's all the excess brain power I have to rant.
This seems to be the season of breakups (not me, but my friends). I'm terrible at giving advice; I always was. I'm afraid my friend, Jenn, is going to get hurt eventually by randomly dating guys, but I don't know how to tell her to be careful. Hmm, perhaps I should say, "Jenn, be careful."
I'm sick. I don't want to be sick. Yuck.
Okay, I think that's all the excess brain power I have to rant.