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It's surprising to me that I'm so worried of getting into a good college when most of the time, the people that surround me are entirely...off. I mean, seriously now. These girls with their pretty hair, perfect skin, and zero brains walk around like they own the place. Well girls, you may own high school, but you'll never make it to college. :o) So own whatever you can now, ladies. Ah, if those girls led the political world in the future...well let's just say that it's better to die now than in the future.
My week was fabulous. I went to every class, and I slept or ate or did something not usually done. And then I got my report card today. Three A-'s and four A's. Good stuff, good stuff. I still think I could have done better had I handed in all my work on time. Bleh. Who the fuck gives a shit right about now? So it's settled: I can get final grades of A's in every class no matter how I do in the fourth quarter. It's so fucking good to have that guarantee on your shoulders...
I must go now and eat something and get ready for practice. I think I'm going to make myself a victory bowl of my favorite kind of pasta since we're having dinner around 9pm today. I need something good to fill my stomach after that nasty ass school lunch! :o) Or maybe I'll have some leftover home cooking...who knows?!?
Later kiddos!!