Take the first(ish) sentence from the first post of every month.

January- In all actuality, I'm really quite tired...a sensation which I haven't felt lately besides in the morning.
February- Well spirit week has ended and the homecoming games are tonight. I'm going to go and yell out what's left of my vocal cords.
March- Ahh the weekend...
April- Of ( Read more... )

Don't you just love studying. I've ended up studying for my Humanities finals with my friend, Ivan, and we get the most interesting conversations started. When I found him in the study room in the library, he was looking out the window at all the city lights. You don't even have to talk to the kid for him to be going off on some thought tangent... ( Read more... )

The one day I actually decide to *practice* piano, the music building is locked. >.< Go figure ( Read more... )

It feels like I've lived three separate days...just in these past 6 hours ( Read more... )

Random thought: How awesome would a Frank Sinatra ringtone be ( Read more... )

And so the beginning of the end. Today was the last day of school and I'm unperturbed. Tomorrow starts the first of three days of finals. And man am I ready for the senior trip that we leave for on Thursday.

I'm not going to study immensely.

And no, yet again, I'm not necessarily "sad" or even "nostalgic" about school ending. I just wanna get it over ( Read more... )

Finals are over. Don't you love the middle of the night, though, where the morning's happenings seem like they're days behind you? It's absolutely fascinating and shows the point of the subjectivity of something as constant as time. I like to think that gives hope for subjectivising other cruel constants, such as distance. :P Besides the point, my ( Read more... )

It seems that fate obviously is not smiling down upon me. I'm finished with my first three finals, which were all ridiculously easy. Tomorrow's two finals echo in my ears with all the sense of impending doom usually found in some bad fiction. Yes, AP European History is hopelessly difficult to remember and keep eras, names, and treaties straight. ( Read more... )

It seems like I'm being restricted by everything I enjoy. Wearing heels is a slight obsession of mine, but yet does that make me a bonafide fashionista? Sometimes it seems like the only thing that can speak to me is rock music, but does that make me a druggie? I get lost in my thoughts, but am I an introvert? I wish I had the smell of my acoustic ( Read more... )

My mom's redoing our sitting room, which is about 20 feet tall. So, she keeps turning to me (the oh so creative one) with tips and questions "Does this look alright?". She wants a) pictures from around our house, b) tips on whether the arrangement of flowers looks ok, and c) three huge canvas paintings. I am happy to oblige. Today's also the day ( Read more... )