we drank until we danced, it seems, then danced until we drank
ugh my gosh, i love being constantly sick. almost as much as i love missing school. JK!! i doubt there has been someone who hates learning but loves school as much as i do, ever. i'm practically a freak.
i have been trying to cut down on my caffeine intake. it's possible someone slipped something into my food because i used to be able to drink like three cups of black coffee and go to bed, but on thursday i drank one cup only and about fifteen minutes later my entire body felt like it was being held under a large stone on a blazing hot day in the middle of the summer. so, pretty bad. i've been feeling ugh ever since. something is wrong with me. i usually only feel that way after eating too many chocolate-covered coffee beans.
besides that, thursday night i abandoned all my morals and went out with one brad. luckily, his ridiculous advice on college (i.e. "work hard and don't drink all the time") was broken up by our seeing cara, emily flynn and meredith something, who basically just added their own drinking stories and then talked about buying apartments and houses. what! everyone is growing up. i'm never going to be in high school again! this will make me more sad after spring break when i have less work, but it's depressing all the same.
think about it. after this year, i will never get my schedule in august and call all my friends to see if i have classes with them. i will never hope for a bottom locker. i will never sleep in and get a fake note from my mother like i did on friday. i will never laugh at people in the hallways. i will never stay after for olympics or hi-q or volleyball or anything. i will never sit in the most uncomfortable auditorium chairs ever while listening to black people sing. i will never wait in that hot crowded line for my lunch, or in the snack line for my snack. i will never get to sit at my lunch table by the door. i will never get to kill myself pumping ketchup. i will never be jumped by the track team while running down upstairs bwing. i will never give people a ride home or vice versa. i will never wait in that tiny gross-smelling room by the band room for my ride to come. i will never go to another nhs induction, pep rally, or world language fete. i may even miss the dances i don't go to anymore. i will never have to run eight minutes on the upstairs track before gym or change in the stinky locker room with girls who love to scream. i will never write for the gryphon or the newspaper. i will never have to walk a million miles in the rain in my hi-q shoes for not coming early enough to park in the early lot. i will never be able to laugh at the freshmen hooking up!!
perhaps worst of all, because it pretty much represents my entire high school career, i will never get to put my finger on my nose at lunch so i don't have to throw out the trash!!!
this is the worst thing ever.
xx.
better than the road not taken:
the woods are lovely, dark and deep,
but i have promises to keep
and miles to go before i sleep,
and miles to go before i sleep.
i have been trying to cut down on my caffeine intake. it's possible someone slipped something into my food because i used to be able to drink like three cups of black coffee and go to bed, but on thursday i drank one cup only and about fifteen minutes later my entire body felt like it was being held under a large stone on a blazing hot day in the middle of the summer. so, pretty bad. i've been feeling ugh ever since. something is wrong with me. i usually only feel that way after eating too many chocolate-covered coffee beans.
besides that, thursday night i abandoned all my morals and went out with one brad. luckily, his ridiculous advice on college (i.e. "work hard and don't drink all the time") was broken up by our seeing cara, emily flynn and meredith something, who basically just added their own drinking stories and then talked about buying apartments and houses. what! everyone is growing up. i'm never going to be in high school again! this will make me more sad after spring break when i have less work, but it's depressing all the same.
think about it. after this year, i will never get my schedule in august and call all my friends to see if i have classes with them. i will never hope for a bottom locker. i will never sleep in and get a fake note from my mother like i did on friday. i will never laugh at people in the hallways. i will never stay after for olympics or hi-q or volleyball or anything. i will never sit in the most uncomfortable auditorium chairs ever while listening to black people sing. i will never wait in that hot crowded line for my lunch, or in the snack line for my snack. i will never get to sit at my lunch table by the door. i will never get to kill myself pumping ketchup. i will never be jumped by the track team while running down upstairs bwing. i will never give people a ride home or vice versa. i will never wait in that tiny gross-smelling room by the band room for my ride to come. i will never go to another nhs induction, pep rally, or world language fete. i may even miss the dances i don't go to anymore. i will never have to run eight minutes on the upstairs track before gym or change in the stinky locker room with girls who love to scream. i will never write for the gryphon or the newspaper. i will never have to walk a million miles in the rain in my hi-q shoes for not coming early enough to park in the early lot. i will never be able to laugh at the freshmen hooking up!!
perhaps worst of all, because it pretty much represents my entire high school career, i will never get to put my finger on my nose at lunch so i don't have to throw out the trash!!!
this is the worst thing ever.
xx.
better than the road not taken:
the woods are lovely, dark and deep,
but i have promises to keep
and miles to go before i sleep,
and miles to go before i sleep.