Hmmm
Don't you hate it when there are a million things you want to say to someone just to let all the emotion and word vomit escape so you can try to find peace in your mind for at least 5 min?
I'm sure that's the story of our lives.
It's as though all my thoughts are shuffled and I can't figure out what order they go in. Honestly, I don't want to figure it out. I'd rather have something erase those things for me so I can worry about a new set of problems that seem to appear faster that deletion. Hooray, right? D:
I'm not exactly pleased about taking the ACTs and SATs the first week of April. One of those tests will be taken the day after my birthday. OMFG NOOOOOOO. I could've bitch slapped my parents for that one.
Speaking of which, they're already talking their heads off about college applications and what I want to major in and all that shit. I DON'T KNOW, OKAY!? Currently, I'm just worried about passing junior year without dying in the process.
Naughton talked to me about college too. Gave me the run of the mill questions about where I want to go and why. I don't know. Seriously, I don't know. In state, out of state...DAMMIT I JUST WANT TO GO TO A COLLEGE THAT HAS ENOUGH SECURITY TO KEEP MY MOTHER AWAY. Grawr...
Oh, and then there's the whole driving thing. Not only are my brothers bugging the hell out of me to get my permit (Yeah, I don't have it yet. CAN IT!) but the parents of their friends are too. They keep asking me about it. OMFG. Do you think I'm gonna chaffuer your kids around or something? Um...lemme think about that for a sec...NO!
So, that's the sparknotes version of my life right now. My dad should be picking me up soon so we can go and watch my brothers' baseball practice. Eh, that won't be so bad. Wait, yes it will.
Oh, I've also realised that 7th and 8th grade girls are some of the most horrible little shits on the planet. Why? They're picking on my best friend's younger sister. They call her anorexic and criticize everything she does. It's really pathetic and yet she doesn't know how to deal with it because her mother brushes it off. Whenever she tells her mom about it, her mom doesn't believe her. It's really really sad. I might have to kidnap this kid so she won't turn suicidal or something.
Peace out, kids.
I'm sure that's the story of our lives.
It's as though all my thoughts are shuffled and I can't figure out what order they go in. Honestly, I don't want to figure it out. I'd rather have something erase those things for me so I can worry about a new set of problems that seem to appear faster that deletion. Hooray, right? D:
I'm not exactly pleased about taking the ACTs and SATs the first week of April. One of those tests will be taken the day after my birthday. OMFG NOOOOOOO. I could've bitch slapped my parents for that one.
Speaking of which, they're already talking their heads off about college applications and what I want to major in and all that shit. I DON'T KNOW, OKAY!? Currently, I'm just worried about passing junior year without dying in the process.
Naughton talked to me about college too. Gave me the run of the mill questions about where I want to go and why. I don't know. Seriously, I don't know. In state, out of state...DAMMIT I JUST WANT TO GO TO A COLLEGE THAT HAS ENOUGH SECURITY TO KEEP MY MOTHER AWAY. Grawr...
Oh, and then there's the whole driving thing. Not only are my brothers bugging the hell out of me to get my permit (Yeah, I don't have it yet. CAN IT!) but the parents of their friends are too. They keep asking me about it. OMFG. Do you think I'm gonna chaffuer your kids around or something? Um...lemme think about that for a sec...NO!
So, that's the sparknotes version of my life right now. My dad should be picking me up soon so we can go and watch my brothers' baseball practice. Eh, that won't be so bad. Wait, yes it will.
Oh, I've also realised that 7th and 8th grade girls are some of the most horrible little shits on the planet. Why? They're picking on my best friend's younger sister. They call her anorexic and criticize everything she does. It's really pathetic and yet she doesn't know how to deal with it because her mother brushes it off. Whenever she tells her mom about it, her mom doesn't believe her. It's really really sad. I might have to kidnap this kid so she won't turn suicidal or something.
Peace out, kids.