MY STRESS ENTRY
i need school to just be over. eight days plus exams left. the work is rediculous. the work in all of my eight classes is rediculous (nevermind. gyms a joke. seven classes.) i keep randomly flipping out at people cause i DO NOT know how im going to get all of this done. but tommy says its going to be alright. and last time tommy said it was going to be alright before the math test i got a hundred. so its going to be alright.
oh. right. math. 84. in the class. one week flat. im amazing.
floridas definetly on summer vacation right now. how else could i define serious uncoolness? :-/
i really want that campbells soup in hand thing i tried this weekend. the one with the star shaped pasta. mmmmm. isnt that there slogan or something? i dont know. whatever.
i just woke up. im reading. for humanities. right. 200 page book. one night. and im going to pull it off cause im letting myself care about school when i shouldnt. no one else is and theyre all going to get better grades than me. im not comparing grades. im just... shut up val youre rambling.
sleepover thursday was sicknasty. as expected.
::edit from a couple entries ago:: tyler raps is not moving. nate is. score.
i think im going to title this my stress entry. in caps. for emphasis.
today we went and visited old people with humanities. oh. excuse me. a "nursing home". only highlight: me: "so are you proud to be an american?" ruth in her magenta zipper down fleece sweater with silver snowflakes: "oh certainly, its much better than being south american, i mean its so filthy down there, theres no money and all those diseases like aids. its all sexually transmitted you know. someone should fix it. its terrible." represent. ::mental note:: when i turn seventy im going to go skydiving and hope it kills me.
kramer called over the weekend. and i picked up cause i love him. and we talked. and im going to see him in a month. and that makes me smile.
little kids make me smile too. over the weekend tommys parents friends (something's, someone's, something-you know it doesnt matter who) came over and brought a seven(ish) year old. first he thought i was tommys sister. but that got wierd so tommy told him i was his girlfriend. kids like "but you cant have a girlfriend. youve never been to hollywood!" shut up. he had chubby cheeks and they made him adoreable.
this entry is so pointless. i hate how it takes me halfway through the entry to realize that.
playday at huckelbary (do i really care how its spelled? probably. yeah. ::sigh::) part I was friday. two of the kids were talking and looking at me. "once i grabbed my you-know-what...and i TWISTED it." yeah. fucking adoreable. fucking kids. oh but some little kid comes up and goes "billy choked me." kids name turned out to be tommy and i laughed in his face. haha. billy choked tommy. yeah i dont know why thats funny either. but im going back on thursday for part II. yipee. ::note:: this entire entry is to be read in monotone.
surgery went fine. thanks for the love. <3
i think im going a little crazy. someone should call me.
ok great gastby time. but as a tribute before i go, i think ill post a GG quote. super. eh?
"Yet, high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life."
as seth meltzer would say: think about it.
piece.