nothing important.
My journal's been really depressing of late (to complement my mood!?).
I'm generally alright now. It helps that the quarter is over and my grades are now set in stone. I managed to keep my 4.0 for another nine weeks. Just a few more months and I can start worrying about university grades instead of high school ones.
I don't know if I'm going to try for such high grades in college. It seems like a lot of stress for not a lot of reward. Part of my problem, I'm sure, is that I don't put much value on money. I'm saving thousands of dollars, but it doesn't seem like a good trade-off for having stressed myself out about each and every simple grade for the last four+ years. I'll probably make the decision when the time comes, based on my grades the first quarter.
Last night was fun-filled. Dakota, Kevin, Kyle and I saw Cloverfield with some other people who I don't really know or care about. It was good, but there were literally no questions answered. The movie just ended, with no closure at all. Sequels?
Afterward we stood in the lobby for a while talking with Alyssa, who works at the theater but was on break. We didn't talk about anything. We never do. That's what I love about those people.
We made plans to eat at China Buffet but when we got there it was closed. Someone suggested Cheddar's, but that was closed too. We ended up going to Denny's, where I consumed a large bacon cheeseburger with extra veggies (stolen from friends) and some fries. Midlake's "Head Home" played over the speakers while we, again, had completely meaningless conversation about things like fifty-cent pieces and zombies and simultaneous speech.
Kyle needed to go home, so Dakota and Kevin dropped him off at his house while I went home to check in with my parents. The three of us met again in the Kroger parking lot. We went inside to test our blood pressures. Dakota's was low. We saw some gullible school friends there who offered us cookies, but we declined.
Back in the parking lot we tried to figure out what to do in our last half-hour, to no avail. Kevin and I locked Dakota out of his car and he locked me out of mine. We steamed up the windows with more conversation, and the steam turned to ice. When we noticed a sheriff's car was circling us, we figured it was time to go home.
I was home by midnight, being the responsible child that I am.
I'm generally alright now. It helps that the quarter is over and my grades are now set in stone. I managed to keep my 4.0 for another nine weeks. Just a few more months and I can start worrying about university grades instead of high school ones.
I don't know if I'm going to try for such high grades in college. It seems like a lot of stress for not a lot of reward. Part of my problem, I'm sure, is that I don't put much value on money. I'm saving thousands of dollars, but it doesn't seem like a good trade-off for having stressed myself out about each and every simple grade for the last four+ years. I'll probably make the decision when the time comes, based on my grades the first quarter.
Last night was fun-filled. Dakota, Kevin, Kyle and I saw Cloverfield with some other people who I don't really know or care about. It was good, but there were literally no questions answered. The movie just ended, with no closure at all. Sequels?
Afterward we stood in the lobby for a while talking with Alyssa, who works at the theater but was on break. We didn't talk about anything. We never do. That's what I love about those people.
We made plans to eat at China Buffet but when we got there it was closed. Someone suggested Cheddar's, but that was closed too. We ended up going to Denny's, where I consumed a large bacon cheeseburger with extra veggies (stolen from friends) and some fries. Midlake's "Head Home" played over the speakers while we, again, had completely meaningless conversation about things like fifty-cent pieces and zombies and simultaneous speech.
Kyle needed to go home, so Dakota and Kevin dropped him off at his house while I went home to check in with my parents. The three of us met again in the Kroger parking lot. We went inside to test our blood pressures. Dakota's was low. We saw some gullible school friends there who offered us cookies, but we declined.
Back in the parking lot we tried to figure out what to do in our last half-hour, to no avail. Kevin and I locked Dakota out of his car and he locked me out of mine. We steamed up the windows with more conversation, and the steam turned to ice. When we noticed a sheriff's car was circling us, we figured it was time to go home.
I was home by midnight, being the responsible child that I am.