end of the year.
It's the end of the year.
Just finals left to go on Tuesday and Wednesday.
Seriously, sophomore year has been way better than freshman year. I'm not even sure how I changed so much between the two years, but I feel like I have.
It's so weird that Z is done with high school. I've been having those moments lately where I'm like "in a few months I won't have to wait for zach to take me over to mom's, i'll just go by myself" and "i won't be able to go see any of zach's concerts" and "when zach goes to college I'll have to put my own towel down the laundry chute at the end of the week" (he usually always does that for me, for some reason.) I know he's not ever home now, so college won't really be much of a difference, but it still is somehow. I just feel like everything is going to be quieter, in a sad way. And I'm a little bit scared about not having someone who just understands what I'm talking about when it comes to the serious stuff. Things you can't talk about with anyone, except your brother.
Summer. I was supposed to get a summer job. Like, I really was supposed to. And I really tried. Like every weekend, applying for jobs. Yeah, it didn't happen. I am a disappointment. So I am going to play tennis in the one-hundred-and-something degree heat, which sounds terrible but is actually extremely fun. You get to that point where you are like "yeah, it is so hot that i do not care that I am extremely sweaty and nasty, you can deal with it and be my friend anyway," and it works out like that. The only thing missing this summer is Tim, which is sad. And I'm going to go back to NAU, so that should be fun. More marathon concerts, joy. But I do miss Mountain View's you've-got-to-work-for-this-food/drink vending machine and walking to Target and the music shop. And I think I'm going to volunteer at the animal shelter, because I feel like I need to be productive. And I still have to try and look for a job, but you try looking for a first job when the economy is shit and everyone is unemployed. It's impossible.
And hey! I'm going to paint my room (dad's house) yellow. Because, honestly, that house adngfjgtghdnthdlskjsjsjsjkdeurjib. Just everything me and Zach have gone through this past year there, it's been.... I'm just feeling weird about things right now. SO, my short-term solution is some new PAINT. Here's to hoping!
Next year. Let's see. It's the Junior Year of Dread everyone talks about. It's officially the hardest year, as reported by 99.9% of students. APUSH, AP Calc, AP English, Chem, Spanish 7-8, Choir. And there's all the craziness of everything else. NHS, SOWS, Spanish Honor Society, the tennis team (plus La Cam tennis & saaaaturday matchplay), Key Club (and the "junior board" supposedly), Prom Committee (note to future self: yes, you were really that lame in high school), Freshmen Mentors, Prestige (however the hell it's going to be next year), and, oh, did I mention that I'm double-duty on Choir Council as Historian and Librarian for Prestige? Ha. Ha. Yeah. I blame the pressure from my family to hold a "leadership position". And there will probably be additional stuff next year that I take on because, following in my brother's footsteps, you just sign up for all the shit and hope it magically works itself out. Thanks for teaching me that, Z.
This was long and ramble-y, and I just spilled a bottle of water on the hardwood floors of my room, so I think I'd better go.
Just finals left to go on Tuesday and Wednesday.
Seriously, sophomore year has been way better than freshman year. I'm not even sure how I changed so much between the two years, but I feel like I have.
It's so weird that Z is done with high school. I've been having those moments lately where I'm like "in a few months I won't have to wait for zach to take me over to mom's, i'll just go by myself" and "i won't be able to go see any of zach's concerts" and "when zach goes to college I'll have to put my own towel down the laundry chute at the end of the week" (he usually always does that for me, for some reason.) I know he's not ever home now, so college won't really be much of a difference, but it still is somehow. I just feel like everything is going to be quieter, in a sad way. And I'm a little bit scared about not having someone who just understands what I'm talking about when it comes to the serious stuff. Things you can't talk about with anyone, except your brother.
Summer. I was supposed to get a summer job. Like, I really was supposed to. And I really tried. Like every weekend, applying for jobs. Yeah, it didn't happen. I am a disappointment. So I am going to play tennis in the one-hundred-and-something degree heat, which sounds terrible but is actually extremely fun. You get to that point where you are like "yeah, it is so hot that i do not care that I am extremely sweaty and nasty, you can deal with it and be my friend anyway," and it works out like that. The only thing missing this summer is Tim, which is sad. And I'm going to go back to NAU, so that should be fun. More marathon concerts, joy. But I do miss Mountain View's you've-got-to-work-for-this-food/drink vending machine and walking to Target and the music shop. And I think I'm going to volunteer at the animal shelter, because I feel like I need to be productive. And I still have to try and look for a job, but you try looking for a first job when the economy is shit and everyone is unemployed. It's impossible.
And hey! I'm going to paint my room (dad's house) yellow. Because, honestly, that house adngfjgtghdnthdlskjsjsjsjkdeurjib. Just everything me and Zach have gone through this past year there, it's been.... I'm just feeling weird about things right now. SO, my short-term solution is some new PAINT. Here's to hoping!
Next year. Let's see. It's the Junior Year of Dread everyone talks about. It's officially the hardest year, as reported by 99.9% of students. APUSH, AP Calc, AP English, Chem, Spanish 7-8, Choir. And there's all the craziness of everything else. NHS, SOWS, Spanish Honor Society, the tennis team (plus La Cam tennis & saaaaturday matchplay), Key Club (and the "junior board" supposedly), Prom Committee (note to future self: yes, you were really that lame in high school), Freshmen Mentors, Prestige (however the hell it's going to be next year), and, oh, did I mention that I'm double-duty on Choir Council as Historian and Librarian for Prestige? Ha. Ha. Yeah. I blame the pressure from my family to hold a "leadership position". And there will probably be additional stuff next year that I take on because, following in my brother's footsteps, you just sign up for all the shit and hope it magically works itself out. Thanks for teaching me that, Z.
This was long and ramble-y, and I just spilled a bottle of water on the hardwood floors of my room, so I think I'd better go.