Life is hectic. I've changed. We've all changed.
Throughout my four years of high school, each year the writings on the bathroom walls seems more and more lame. Maybe it was just my mentality at the time, but the writings on the wall used to be great. Not simple slander, but poems, words of wisdom, simple comments about school, or life in general.. Things with great meaning. The generations are getting more dull by the year.
My Michael was telling me stories of his childhood. These I thought were amazingly humorous:
He went paint balling in a forest behind his house with a bunch of his friends. Someone called the cops when they heard gunshots. So, the police came and made all of them drop their "guns." One boy, with very poor vision, thought more people came to play, so he stupidly ran at them aiming his gun at them. The police yelled, "FREEZE!" and were two seconds from shooting him before he realized what was happening and dropped in a panic. I nearly peed myself when I heard this story.
In his childhood, he also had a chicken that he walked on a leash in metropolitan Ohio. It died of a cold and his mother didn’t' have the heart to tell him, so she pretended she didn't know what he was talking about.
I am failing Algebra III with a whopping 57%. Fantastic. What's even more sad is that I don't care. I made a 2% on a test today. I got the 2% for writing my name. I threw in the towel weeks ago.
Our school's mascot is the "Raider." What is a Raider? There was an article in the school newspaper about it. 200 kids were polled--and their answers are ridiculous. Someone said a pirate... yet, our mascot is riding a horse. ...Do pirates ride horses? I think not. Let's use our imagination here... seriously. Like I said... dull.
The more time I spend in Government class, the more I want to be a Senator... and eventually a President. Really. Everyone thinks I'm kidding, but I'm so dead serious...
Michael has pin-pointed my political views and I haven't mentioned a word to him. I told him I refused to discuss them because living in the bible belt/100% Republican state, my views are often quite controversial. However, he told me he imagines that I'm very pro separation of church and state. Probably very feministic. And most likely very pro-immigration. How can someone know something like that when I never discuss how I feel?
It's also very sick that I don't know what it's like to be treated sweetly by a guy. Wow.
I have decided that I'm a raging sack of estrogen.
Did you know that frogs cannot jump backwards?
When I was younger, I lived in Ft. Lauderdale... I don't know if you've ever been to Florida, but there they have these HORRID looking ducks. Well... I was sitting in the back seat of my father's car, and one of these kamikaze ducks just slams into the window, falls very injured and pathetic looking, and then gets plowed by a soccer mom in a huge SUV. I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or puke...
I have discovered ways to get around websense at school. Thus, I'm labled a "hacker." What? I am not. I don't know the first thing about hacking... Except when Napster was around--I figured out how to steal people's passwords and change them so they couldn't get their music. But I don't know if that was considered "hacking."
I think I'm a pretty loyal person.
I'm glad I took my senior science last year.
I'm suffering from senioritis. Do you know what that is? It's a nice term for "I'm lazy." It means I don't want to get up in the morning.
I threw my alarm clock this morning and knocked over a glass of stale hot chocolate. It looks like I mess myself in my bed. Fantastic.
My mother and I are too open with eachother. Remind me to never talk about masturbation with her... ever... again. *quiver*
Reality tv is getting old. Really. Something needs to happen... Like a bomb.
I think I'd make an amazing president.
I also think that my brother would make and amazing janitor... it Tibet.
Can you believe he had the AUDACITY to ask my mom if his girlfriend could move in? And much more, be my room mate? WHAT!?! Is he crazy? It's bad enough that I have an open hatred for his girlfriend, but he wants her to MOVE IN WITH ME? Yeah, he's insane. He needs a nice kick... in the throat. Pfft. Honestly. I haven't shared a room with anyone in 16 years. I'm not about to start. *quiver* Espeically not with HER.
My brother is dating someone who is 17 (my age) and I'm dating someone who is 21 (his age). Quite odd, no?
I went to court yesterday. I'm on 6 months probation. 6 months. Do I look like someone who belongs on probation? I have a right mind to look that judge in the eye and say, "I don't think you know who you're talking to! I'm homecoming princess. I'm most humorous of the senior class of 2004. I'm the designer of the senior class shirt. I was little Miss America of 89. There's going to be problems." Alas, I don't have the NERVE and she'd probably spit in my face.
I forgot how great making out is.
Also... the BEST part of making out is when the guy touches your face and neck... Wow. Wow. And Wow. It was nearly 8 months since I made out.
I love affection. And I love attention.
My whole government class is taking a nap right now. I'm not sure what I'm "supposed" to be doing, but it certianly isn't this.
School lets out in 6, count 'em, SIX minutes. And then Michael and I are going ice skating. Isn't that hopelessly romantic?
It's good when the boy that you adore wins the affection of your parents. =)
Life is so hectic. It's amazing that I can still manage to be happy in spite of everything.
I've decided that school lunch shouldn't be called "lunch" at all. It should be called "crap." Because that's what it looks like. That's what it tastes like. And that's what it smells like. And after eating it, that's what you want to do. It's a very fitting name.
I have to go. Have a good day. The bell will ring in 2 minutes. Pity. We were having so much fun.