Look at all the maybe's.
It's May.
Which means that graduation is in about a month and the last day of school is even sooner.
This when the fear sets in.
The whole college idea is completely awesome (because I will in Boston) but the idea of work isn't.
I can't spell... I don't know the sounds that vowels make.
How can I write papers when I haven't really ever applied my self?
I applied my self in history this marking period, and that's it.
I've never really failed at anything; I don't want to start at 18.
But the good news is high school will be in the past.
People tell me that I will miss it.
Okay?
Maybe I'll miss the yearbook room and yearbook family and of course Liz, Danuta, and Jaime. But I can't say that I will miss more than that.
There is always the chance that I will miss being affiliated with a school that is unsupportive of it's students and 110% about their athletics.
Maybe I'll miss the ignorance of the inner-city public school kids.
I'm pretty sure that I will miss about 10 people, but it will be like those summers in between, ya know, how you think you should give someone a call to hang out but you're too busy and chose not to, kinda like that.
I'm looking forward to real friendships, not those stupid kind where you sit in class (I am completely guilty of this) and say the heartless 'I love yous' and the holding your tongue from saying something completely inappropriate.
Maybe I'll miss how you "don't give a fuck about the things that come of out my mouth," because I "talks about poitics and who the fuck cares about that shit?"
I'll miss the innocence you and I once shared. But I won't miss how we crossed the line and lost both the future and the past just for a little bit of passion.
Maybe I’ll miss how lame you are.
Maybe I’ll miss how many people kinda fucked me over.
Maybe I’ll miss you.
Liz.
I can't live without her.
When I don't see her for a weekend I miss her.
When I don't see her for about five days I go kinda insane.
I'll cry if I continue, so let me stop.
Danuta.
When you're down, baby, I'm lower just so I can lift you up.
Polska!
I need my locket. I need to you two plus Jaime in so I can have you guys with me all the time in the fall.
I've worked 30 hrs these past two weeks and it blows.
I haven't seen Melissa in a while.... why? You suck, Melissa. I'm kidding. :]
My parents need to make dates with me so they can actually talk to me... this is kinda sad.
Ps, my perfect j crew collar poppin' family is not too perfect... who would have thought.
I saw Ari. That was nice. She's nice. Her vibes are nice. I like her.
I gotta date with my mom...
Oh, the song First Single by the Format is my high school song.
Which means that graduation is in about a month and the last day of school is even sooner.
This when the fear sets in.
The whole college idea is completely awesome (because I will in Boston) but the idea of work isn't.
I can't spell... I don't know the sounds that vowels make.
How can I write papers when I haven't really ever applied my self?
I applied my self in history this marking period, and that's it.
I've never really failed at anything; I don't want to start at 18.
But the good news is high school will be in the past.
People tell me that I will miss it.
Okay?
Maybe I'll miss the yearbook room and yearbook family and of course Liz, Danuta, and Jaime. But I can't say that I will miss more than that.
There is always the chance that I will miss being affiliated with a school that is unsupportive of it's students and 110% about their athletics.
Maybe I'll miss the ignorance of the inner-city public school kids.
I'm pretty sure that I will miss about 10 people, but it will be like those summers in between, ya know, how you think you should give someone a call to hang out but you're too busy and chose not to, kinda like that.
I'm looking forward to real friendships, not those stupid kind where you sit in class (I am completely guilty of this) and say the heartless 'I love yous' and the holding your tongue from saying something completely inappropriate.
Maybe I'll miss how you "don't give a fuck about the things that come of out my mouth," because I "talks about poitics and who the fuck cares about that shit?"
I'll miss the innocence you and I once shared. But I won't miss how we crossed the line and lost both the future and the past just for a little bit of passion.
Maybe I’ll miss how lame you are.
Maybe I’ll miss how many people kinda fucked me over.
Maybe I’ll miss you.
Liz.
I can't live without her.
When I don't see her for a weekend I miss her.
When I don't see her for about five days I go kinda insane.
I'll cry if I continue, so let me stop.
Danuta.
When you're down, baby, I'm lower just so I can lift you up.
Polska!
I need my locket. I need to you two plus Jaime in so I can have you guys with me all the time in the fall.
I've worked 30 hrs these past two weeks and it blows.
I haven't seen Melissa in a while.... why? You suck, Melissa. I'm kidding. :]
My parents need to make dates with me so they can actually talk to me... this is kinda sad.
Ps, my perfect j crew collar poppin' family is not too perfect... who would have thought.
I saw Ari. That was nice. She's nice. Her vibes are nice. I like her.
I gotta date with my mom...
Oh, the song First Single by the Format is my high school song.