Do you know what twenty days does to a person's motivation? I do.
Yeah so I wish I was still at the beach. Spring break was not at all what I expected and though there were some trying times, I definately would go back in heartbeat. A few highlights...
The first two days were gorgeous. We definately broke out the alcohol and other things the minute we stepped in the door which resulted in a rather interesting time while laying out. Kestizio, Erica and I met some cute Wetumpka boys and they proved to be fun despite the set back of their homestate.
The second two days were not quite so gorgeous. Not only did it start to rain, but the pigsty state of our condo began to wear on everyone's nerves. When I say pigsty I don't just mean messy, I mean absolutely disgusting. There were bottles and cans EVERYWHERE as well as cigarette butts and other things. The floors were gross and it was no longer possible to walk around barefoot or to step two feet without having to climb over something. Let's just say the living conditions left much to be desired which I guess is what happens without parents. The last night was quite heated and drama began and too many people being crammed into one tiny shithole of a condo began to stress everyone out.
All but one of the girls in the condo (there were 8) got their cartlidge pierced which explains why sb05 will always be referred to, quite creatively, as the cartlidge trip. My ear still hurts but thats a consequence of the hardcore life I lead.
Being back at school today pretty much sucked. However, I did some counting and I do believe that I have only twenty days left of school. Twenty. I mean how amazing is that? The countdown should go up by the end of the week. How can you bring yourself to care about school when there is a huge sign in the courtyard screaming the ungodly small number of days you have left? I know I can't.
However, I still must study for my precalculus test tomorrow and therefore I'm about to caffiene up and then hit the books hardcore. Hardcore meaning for about an hour.
The first two days were gorgeous. We definately broke out the alcohol and other things the minute we stepped in the door which resulted in a rather interesting time while laying out. Kestizio, Erica and I met some cute Wetumpka boys and they proved to be fun despite the set back of their homestate.
The second two days were not quite so gorgeous. Not only did it start to rain, but the pigsty state of our condo began to wear on everyone's nerves. When I say pigsty I don't just mean messy, I mean absolutely disgusting. There were bottles and cans EVERYWHERE as well as cigarette butts and other things. The floors were gross and it was no longer possible to walk around barefoot or to step two feet without having to climb over something. Let's just say the living conditions left much to be desired which I guess is what happens without parents. The last night was quite heated and drama began and too many people being crammed into one tiny shithole of a condo began to stress everyone out.
All but one of the girls in the condo (there were 8) got their cartlidge pierced which explains why sb05 will always be referred to, quite creatively, as the cartlidge trip. My ear still hurts but thats a consequence of the hardcore life I lead.
Being back at school today pretty much sucked. However, I did some counting and I do believe that I have only twenty days left of school. Twenty. I mean how amazing is that? The countdown should go up by the end of the week. How can you bring yourself to care about school when there is a huge sign in the courtyard screaming the ungodly small number of days you have left? I know I can't.
However, I still must study for my precalculus test tomorrow and therefore I'm about to caffiene up and then hit the books hardcore. Hardcore meaning for about an hour.