i feel myself fall into grace
woooowee it's smokin outside. So, SUNDAY. Did the usual Sunday drag, contemplated how much school would suck on Monday. That night Ean and I wanted to see Shrek 2, but my Dad wanted to see it too, and he couldn't go with us at the moment (he had to drop my mom off at the airport). So instead we saw Mean Girls. Aha, I made my bro buy the tickets, it's so funny how conscious he is of what other people think, but then sometimes, he just surprises me with the complete opposite. The movie made us giggle like Catholic school girls at a Justin Timberlake concert. No, but really, it was funny. I would recommend it, but maybe rather than going out to see it, rent it when it comes out on DVD. I'm glad me and Ean can just chill, most brothers and sisters scream at each other and can't fathom the possibility of spending two hours sitting together in public. Yep, we have something truly special (shoot me). When we grow up, or at least look grown up, I know we will still chill.
Today was pretty slack, i felt utterly torn from my regulated school schedule:) 3rd block SOL which is SAT Prep for me, we watched the movie "Holes," and had a fire drill. 5th block SOL which i actually had to take, History. It took me about 40 mins. and when i was finished i couldn't sleep so I wrote a spiraled letter to the makers of the infamous standardized tests. It was really quite thoughtful of me to inform them of their reputation among the teenage test takers of America. Tonight I need to make a shitload of cookies for the soccer team bbq tomorrow night.
Tomorrow I don't have to go into school until around 10 because I've already taken the math SOL my class is taking. Sleeping in on a Tuesday? Yeh, not every rock star can do that. I think Starbucks may be getting a visit from me. Then no other SOLs. I finished another book for English, two left, that raises my spirits a little. I think that's all I have to write.
"...for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself...I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate."