Senioritis
Guess who's back, back again
Guess who's back, tell a friend
Despite my original impression, I've decided that I really like the Killers. Hey, it's a break from constantly hearing "Boulevard of Broken Dreams"...
So here I am and here it is - Ramy and his updated Blurty. I messed with the color scheme, and I think I've finally found something that actually makes me happy. I hope you like it, but if you don't, then, well... sucks for you.
Now, you may be asking yourself, why did this kid ditch his little Blurty in the first place? It was so fresh and so new, so full of potential- why did tis kid leave it there, unattended, un-updated? Well, my friends (and random, nosy Internet surfers), I ditched my Blurty to save you (and myself, actually) from having to continually sit through my depressing rants on how much homework I had. Trust me, every Blurty entry since last October until the long-awaited end of 2nd quarter would have made some reference to the unbearable amount of homework I had to, ummm, bear with. But with the beginning of 3rd quarter came a, to steal stylistically from Bao Ninh, new stretch of river within that of my life, one filled with Senioritis. It's not that my worklaod has decreased THAT much, and it's not like I have more time on my hands to handle the work - I just... don't care as much. I still get the work done, don't get me wrong, but I don't care as much about it. It seems easier nowadays to sit around and watch TV for hours at a time or to procrastinate as much as humanly possible. I believe it's been medically deemed the first stage of Senioritis, the one before I stop doing my work altogether (Mr. Santiago Pareja has already reached, raped, and murdered that stage, in case you're wondering). I don't think I'll ever making to that point due to the limits of my obsessive-compulsive personality. But this first stage is refreshing, and it'll keep me sane until they stop giving me homework altogether.
See... there we go - a paragraph on homework. Lovely.
In other, related news, I went to school at a whopping 9:15 today, two hours later then the beginning of our usual, Monday through Thursday, school day. And do you know what the best part about it was? How about the fact that everyone in grades 9-11 was at school since 8:00. "Boo ya baby"... senior privileges have finally started kicking in. Apparently, we can also leave 7th period 2 minutes earlier than everyone else on Fridays. While that's nothing to wet your pants over, it's nice to feel important and superior. It's nice to finally feel like a typical highschool senior...
Guess who's back, tell a friend
Despite my original impression, I've decided that I really like the Killers. Hey, it's a break from constantly hearing "Boulevard of Broken Dreams"...
So here I am and here it is - Ramy and his updated Blurty. I messed with the color scheme, and I think I've finally found something that actually makes me happy. I hope you like it, but if you don't, then, well... sucks for you.
Now, you may be asking yourself, why did this kid ditch his little Blurty in the first place? It was so fresh and so new, so full of potential- why did tis kid leave it there, unattended, un-updated? Well, my friends (and random, nosy Internet surfers), I ditched my Blurty to save you (and myself, actually) from having to continually sit through my depressing rants on how much homework I had. Trust me, every Blurty entry since last October until the long-awaited end of 2nd quarter would have made some reference to the unbearable amount of homework I had to, ummm, bear with. But with the beginning of 3rd quarter came a, to steal stylistically from Bao Ninh, new stretch of river within that of my life, one filled with Senioritis. It's not that my worklaod has decreased THAT much, and it's not like I have more time on my hands to handle the work - I just... don't care as much. I still get the work done, don't get me wrong, but I don't care as much about it. It seems easier nowadays to sit around and watch TV for hours at a time or to procrastinate as much as humanly possible. I believe it's been medically deemed the first stage of Senioritis, the one before I stop doing my work altogether (Mr. Santiago Pareja has already reached, raped, and murdered that stage, in case you're wondering). I don't think I'll ever making to that point due to the limits of my obsessive-compulsive personality. But this first stage is refreshing, and it'll keep me sane until they stop giving me homework altogether.
See... there we go - a paragraph on homework. Lovely.
In other, related news, I went to school at a whopping 9:15 today, two hours later then the beginning of our usual, Monday through Thursday, school day. And do you know what the best part about it was? How about the fact that everyone in grades 9-11 was at school since 8:00. "Boo ya baby"... senior privileges have finally started kicking in. Apparently, we can also leave 7th period 2 minutes earlier than everyone else on Fridays. While that's nothing to wet your pants over, it's nice to feel important and superior. It's nice to finally feel like a typical highschool senior...