"It's not always rainbows and butterflies; it's compromise; it moves us along." -Maroon 5
I <3 that song. I love when he sings "wanna make you feel beautiful". I have to buy that CD tomorrow since I messed up my first one.
I know I haven't updated in a few days, so here's the important stuff:
I'm fairly happy this week. w00t.
Mike and I are working on our play for ITS, and it's going really well so far. He tells me what's not funny and I tell him that he can't say "cocksucker", and it works out fine.
Homecoming week is this week, and I haven't gone to a single event. I am not proud of this; it is merely a fact.
I have a great lunch table, and therefore great friends. I've been having a blast at lunch talking about everything from A to Z with everyone. It's great.
Rach and Holly read my commentary and really loved it. ;)
Which obviously implies that the first edition of Insight came out.
I got The Sims 2 for my computer, as you know, and it's really awesome. Even though it's slower than molasses.
I love K.I.T.E.S. It's one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I finally love what I'm doing for volunteer work in a way I've never loved it before. I want to be there all the time.
Supposedly I find out at the end of next week if I am college-bound.
I'm really worried about my grades in Spanish 3 Honors and math...math sucks ass. Number one, I can't concentrate because we seriously have THE WORST CLASS EVER. No one behaves, I haven't got any friends in there, and I can't concentrate because someone is talking at all times. Plus, she makes you take the quizzes even if you haven't been there because she drops your lowest one (or possibly more, depending on how many there are at the end of the quarter). That's all fine and dandy, but because I was passing out Insight the other day, I was excused from math class and had no idea that we would be covering material for a quiz the following day. I got a 0 on it because there was only one question and I had NO IDEA how to do it. Now I know how, of course. Now. As for Spanish, I'm trying and that's all I can say. I came from a spanish teacher last year who didn't care about accent marks; this one does. Points off of my essay. I HAVE TO GET A B IN THIS CLASS. I find out tomorrow what I have. Everyone else has a ballpark, but since I was making up quiz after quiz (and getting C after C...), I had an incomplete grade. I feel like I'm drowning. Thank God it's only the middle of the quarter. I have 3 weeks to a month to pull this off. I'm going to do it. I have to. No choice.
I hate Silver Knights and wish it never existed in my life. I'm honored to be nominated (for now...they're cutting half of us soon), but I realized in the long run SK doesn't matter. In college no one will care what award I got at Gibbons. And neither will I. My goal is to do the best I can, and if I get cut (which I'm pretty much betting on), I will still continue my service project and still enjoy it.
I love Jon and talking on the phone with him till 1 am (it is SO not my fault).
Austin...you rock. I swear, all I have to do is see you and I am thrilled.
I'm a lot more affectionate lately, and a lot less afraid to be so.
I also realized that my whole "friendships falling apart" feeling really isn't half as huge as I felt it was. As for the friendship that does apply to that, I realized that if that person cared enough about me, they would actually make an effort to be part of my life and would actually see that something was incredibly wrong with our relationship, and that it had been for quite a while. I am not giving someone huge parts of my emotions (which I do with good friends...I care about them SO much) if they simply do not care enough about it and realize that I am worth something.
Our senior shirt makes no sense whatsoever. It's yellow, says "Class of 2005" on the front, and on the back there is a picture of a black sheep standing on a hill and below him is a whole group of white sheep and it says, "Different, but unified" on it. A, we're not unified. B, I adore irony, but this is irony gone very very wrong. C, I paid $20 for that stupid shirt. D, I signed the petition Christen Anderson started to get new shirts. I felt so bad about doing that...but I am kind of miffed that I paid all that money- about a tank of gas, or half of one at least, and pretty much my whole weekly paycheck nowadays- for a t-shirt that makes no sense and is all wrong.
I'm really over him. I realized that today. It just made total sense, I suppose. I guess when things go unfinished, it's hard to get over them. Really, the thing most people (the ones who ask me about him and are surprised when I say that I really don't talk to him) seem to think I was upset with him for is not the actual issue. It's the fact that we used to be close and we no longer are, the fact that he clearly did not respect me or think as highly of me as I did him, and the fact that he kept on DOING SHIT to me wayyyyyy after the relationship-that-was-not-a-relationship was over. I could care less about us never officially going out or whatever.
I hate what people will resort to for attention. I really hate it. It totally makes light of some serious issues. The worst part is that I can't say anything.
I think that's it.
I <3 that song. I love when he sings "wanna make you feel beautiful". I have to buy that CD tomorrow since I messed up my first one.
I know I haven't updated in a few days, so here's the important stuff:
I think that's it.
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okay, so you're more affectionate? i'm nore emotional. like, happy-crying at least once a day. it's crazy. and it's been going on for about a month.
tv: puppy in commercials, lalalalalala
me: PUPPPPPPPPY!!!!!!! *snifflesob*
i have the worst allegeries ever. no idea why i feel that you shoudl know this, but apparently, my subconscious thinks that you should. oh, and my knuckle hurts.
LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE
It's a love blitzkrieg!
Yay for the love blitzkreig. *hugs* ;)
Love you.
i like that song too! it rocks, i want the CD but seeing as i am a lil bit of what u call "broke" i'll just have to gather cents! hahahahahahaha
about the senior shirt, Mr. Coyle showed it to us, that thing is perverted!! it has like terrible sheep doing sheep!! i heard Mr. owens was giving some away since almost no seniors wanted it. i think u guys should get another one, at no charge, but seeing to what school we attend they'd probably charge u again... hehehe well must be off much love!! peace! later!
did u see the penis on the sheep in our senior shirt?
Hahaha...now I have to enter. ;)
Sims 2 is so awesome.