I got into UF but really, who cares? There are more pressing things to worry about- getting into a school that nearly every slacker with bad grades can get into is hardly an acheivement. It's like...no one has any tact anymore. That really bothers me. Why does it take SO MUCH effort to offer up a condolence or congratulations IN WRITING with a card....pens aren't an archaic tool yet. Saying excuse me to random people in public isn't awkard but a lot of people seem to think this breeches some sort of social law. Waiting until everyone at the table has their food before eating won't burn a hole in your stomach. Saying "hi" to someone's parents when you visit their home is so important- why do people brush this off all the time? Someone invites you into their home and you ignore them- that makes me so mad. Oh and doing things that we don't want to do (and going places we don't want to go) in a timely manner is something we all struggle with but when that thing is something important that matters a lot, even to one person . . .  







I'm glad my parents raised me to be polite.

say what you will, but I find these extremely cute he really is a good boyfriend :]]

-rat/bastard = a quotient
-the middle finger is the longest and should be used for pointing and for denotating zero as a non negative number
-women who have had children need to pee a lot

I can't figure out what grades I've gotten in any of my classes because edline is definitely not user friendly. Combine this with the incompetence of my teachers and voila, I probably am getting an unwarranted F in everything . . .


Really, school is a waste of time lately. I don't think "senioritis" is a slacker's disease so much as the realization that you are sick of re-learning and regurgitating all of the information you already know while 12 year olds run around your feet with rolly backpacks. Seniors don't give up, they just lose interest in doing the same old thing.

stayed home from school
have a cold sore
ACTs tomorrow
college ominous
jenkins called 'bout sr. paper and now mumsie is mad
in pajamas
so much to do
sad face
ver sad face

Horrifying. The moment I have been waiting for comes UNEXPECTEDLY, (screw chivalrous suprises), and I am only half way through my primping. In my pajamas, without make-up or having having brushed my teeth, I'm forced to confront my boyfriend who decides to visit me first after exiting the highway. WHY GOD WHY?!

Ya . . . those are due soon aren't they?













Merde.

I went on the Key's field trip this weekend. Overall, it was pretty good even though it was close quarters with my peers for two nights, uck. Boating is so much fun. When I get older I want to be a millionaire so I can buy a speed boat for tubing and snorkeling etc. And a big sailing boat for traveling the Mediteranean and such. But what sucks about this weekend is that I got nothing done for my college applications which, I will be so honest, have not even been started. I think I may skip school a day this week to work things out and clear my head. Also, I feel really nauseous. Like the room is rocking back and forth while I stare at my compy screen. I would take a dramamine but that seems like a pretty drug-addicted move so nahp, I'll rough it.

I wish for five minutes of bliss.

Sara I really wish you would pick up your phone because I am ver. ver. sad face/murder face. And the reasons for being sad are lame and immature but I know you will understand. You're the only one who ever does.


A simultaneous :[ and {: but more the former because, like I said, I am not feeling too good.

Today the seniors are going on a field trip to the UCF library so that they can research for the papers due in october(?) Actually, everyone knows this field trip is pointless. Everyone who is going will spend 10 minutes in the library, find 5 sources or w/es is required and then head to the student center or wherever to dwaddle the day away. So, guess who isn't going? I'm going to spend the day working on my online class and other miscellaneous homework so my Mom won't call me a slacker and we don't have to argue about why my grades and teachers say I'm not.

Because I just woke up at 4:30 to finish homework. And while this is my own fault, I sill have a real issue with all the complaining as I have gone above and beyond my whole life when it comes to academics. I'm SO BITTER right now because I realize what is all this for? So that I can get into college . . . and continue to stress at levels that nobody else bothers to? I honestly believe that I am one of those people who could be so happy making just enough money to take care of myself if I was doing something I truly loved. UHH PINPING unfortunately, I have only some clue of what I want to do with my life. And if I'm not doing something I'm totally passionate about is it so wrong that I feel I have to make millions to go on some transcendentalist crusade to be happy? 08/09 school year, what is this . . . Exasperated sigh number 2?

I could become a civil engineer and then build unstable bridges that collapse on top of small children.

What's getting me through this week is knowing that there is a glorious weekend on the bitter horizon of my life. Oh yea, and new clothes. Francesca's Boutique, oh ya.

If I could meet a person who thought about something other than their carnal instincts towards lust, food and self preservation (i.e. selfishness), for mere minutes at a time, I think that I would marry said person. Here's to never getting married.

I can't help but think that it's unfair for you to receive all that you do. I'm jealous and not at all afraid to say, (abstaining from the use of any names of course!), that I think I would make so much better use of all the opportune circumstances you find yourself in.


Completely other note- Just got back from Tally. Met all of Jen's roommates and had some good laughs. Glad to be back, indifferent towards my toaster and depressed that the second first day of school calls at 8am tomorrow morning.

It is so wrong that I have been holed up in my house for two days straight. I realize now that whenever I have to spend an extended period of time around my family with no breaks and little entertainment I become really irritable and, on the whole, very emotional. So having said that, I'm sorry if you have been the victim of boredom and/or a horrible mood swing in the past few days.

School Year 2008/2009 A.D. Be worthwhile, please.

There is so much homework to be done.

The zipper on my high-waisted skirt is pinched and because I cannot get the skirt off by slidding it either above or below my waist, I've been forced to wear it for the night.