time flies.
so this spring break has flown by. literally. ok, not literally, because vacations can't really hover above the ground, but in the sense that it was faster than an object moving on or under the ground, yes. it literally flew.
i don't know. this entire year has really gone by too fast. to think that when i was a freshman i was looking at the seniors never thinking that i would ever be in their place is a little bit crazy. now those sophomores from cypress are getting ready to go to college and i haven't even seen them go through their high school years. it's a mystery.
behh. i've been hanging around a boy who is no good for me. too bad i've started to like him a lot.
i don't know if i like being seventeen.
for acting, we have to write composition books each nine weeks (more like every two months)m and we have to fill it out completely like ajournal and it's really nice to go back and see all of my moments of insecurity and frustration and joviality. [i wonder if that is a word.] since i've been writing those, i haven't really cared about livejournal, because all of my good thoughts go into that journal, because i get a grade for it. so on the internet, i probably sound retarded becuase i've drained my brain of good things to write about.
awesome. no one cares about reading that. oh well, i'm too lazy to erase it.
phase 4 starts on monday. i am not an excited person.
ps. erin. i've lost your home phone number. please call me soon.
i don't know. this entire year has really gone by too fast. to think that when i was a freshman i was looking at the seniors never thinking that i would ever be in their place is a little bit crazy. now those sophomores from cypress are getting ready to go to college and i haven't even seen them go through their high school years. it's a mystery.
behh. i've been hanging around a boy who is no good for me. too bad i've started to like him a lot.
i don't know if i like being seventeen.
for acting, we have to write composition books each nine weeks (more like every two months)m and we have to fill it out completely like ajournal and it's really nice to go back and see all of my moments of insecurity and frustration and joviality. [i wonder if that is a word.] since i've been writing those, i haven't really cared about livejournal, because all of my good thoughts go into that journal, because i get a grade for it. so on the internet, i probably sound retarded becuase i've drained my brain of good things to write about.
awesome. no one cares about reading that. oh well, i'm too lazy to erase it.
phase 4 starts on monday. i am not an excited person.
ps. erin. i've lost your home phone number. please call me soon.