A New Month.
Octobre a fini. Even though October is usually my favorite month, this October my mind flew out of my ears and splattered all over my favorite things. I haven't updated because I am the most indecisive person on the face of the earth (exaggeration.) Basically, I have no idea what I'm doing or where my life is heading, so I didn't feel the need to let everyone know my thoughts every day - partly because I don't know what my thoughts are and partly because my thoughts are weird and they wouldn't make sense to anyone outside of my head. Field hockey a fini. It was a good time. I'm excited to get to go home after school. It takes a lot of pressure off my long days. School sucks. I do all my homework in school, and I am not trying hard to learn information. I just want to get it done. I have a million stories because so much happens every day. I have mixed feelings about some of the people around me (don't think that I'm talking about you because I love my friends.) I want to shoot myself in History because it's boring. I might like it more if I could contribute to the conversation (a.k.a. I would have to actually read Foner..) Mr. Ruland [English teacher (dressed up as a priest for Halloween)] was not in school today. I got a lot done using his class as a study. I am an idiot and left my phone off. I only got pink and orange starbursts. Thanks. I proof-read an essay for a college application. It was about me. I was a jerk about it. Sorry. I need to find my permit, so I can get my ear pierced.
Phrase of my junior year = "My life sucks."
It doesn't really suck, but it's my attempt at comic relief. In conclusion, I'm not going to college, I'm quitting all my sports, I'm stealing trash from the homeless, I'm a lesbian, I'm going to ruin the environment with littering, I'm going to put on three hundred and ninety two pounds, and I'm hoping to get run over by a Hershey's truck*. November, it's not hard to impress me after October.
*ironic because chocolate (my comfort food) will eventually end up killing me.
Phrase of my junior year = "My life sucks."
It doesn't really suck, but it's my attempt at comic relief. In conclusion, I'm not going to college, I'm quitting all my sports, I'm stealing trash from the homeless, I'm a lesbian, I'm going to ruin the environment with littering, I'm going to put on three hundred and ninety two pounds, and I'm hoping to get run over by a Hershey's truck*. November, it's not hard to impress me after October.
*ironic because chocolate (my comfort food) will eventually end up killing me.