Sunday, March 30
I have four pairs of pants with a hole in the right knee. Hm. Hmmmmm.
My word, I have school tomorrow. That sucks. God, I want a horse. I want a horse sooooooo badly. I want a horse like a burning...or something along those lines. And I still want a goat. GOATS ARE THE BEST THING SINCE SLICED BREAD!!! A goat and a horse and a ranch and a high school diploma and a little money to keep me alive...is that really so much to ask?
So, Nora, Daddy and I went on a stroll along the two and a half mile trail down at Emma Long Park. Now, of course, that's nothing and would've been quite pleasant had it been LIGHT OUTSIDE. All three of us sadly overestimated the time before it got dark, and after a lovely mile and a half in the orange glow of the setting sun, realized that it's kind of hard to follow a trail in blackness. Not to mention cross a creek...FOUR TIMES... That was fun. But I'm proud to say that I'm less wimpy than Nora when it comes to hopping from stone to stone. Wahoo.
Ok, so, I think I may not go to college. That'd be really cool.
Wednesday, March 26
Arend got a super cool new watch, so I sort of...um...took his old one from him... Now I have two watches. Except that his beeps at 4:30 when Arthur comes on, so is infinitely cooler than mine. Ok, honestly, is that not the BEST THING EVER??? Anyway, I'm failing English. Oops. I'll have to fix that. I was making like a 38 until Mr Snyder fixed one of my zeros, and now it's a 57. Bah. Fail shmail, that's no big deal. I liked how he gave me this look and told me that I can and will do better. WAY TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A FAILURE. HAHA. I AM. HAHAHA. I really hate how I try so hard to not care (and do a pretty good job) but then crumble when confronted about it and hate myself and work extra hard to make up for it. Wait...work? Bullshit. Yeah. Good times.
Monday, March 24
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Sunday, March 23
I went to the library a while ago. You know, the main one downtown. Good times. Anyway, while driving along the drag I saw Kate coming out of a store, as gorgeous as ever. I smiled at her, and she smiled back but gave me this weird "um..." look. I'm thinking she probably didn't know who I was, with my hair short and all. Yeah, then coming back we were at a light and there were some kids playing band instruments on the corner. When the car next to us moved I saw it was none other than Sam, Chris and Joey. Hahaha...my mom was like "you know those boys!?!?!?" Fun stuff.
Saturday, March 22
I'm tired of arguing about things that don't matter and can't be changed with ignorant, stuck-up people who just can't wrap their warped little minds around insanely simple concepts. I hope the entire
It's nice to have a goal so perfectly unattainable that you can always have something to work for.
Friday, March 21
Whooo. Day off. I feel horrible for staying home when I wasn't sick or anything, but I woke up and knew it would be a shitty day, so just stayed in bed. Lucky me. I mean, I did feel icky and tired and didn't want to drag myself around to class after class, so whatever. Good times.
Monday, March 17
It's great to go back to school without having done your homework! It's great to go back to school without having done the homework that you didn't due before spring break! It's great to be really really tired! It's great to be really really hungry! What's cool is that I don't actually have to make good grades or anything. Wow. Lucky me. Seriously, lucky me. Well. Um. I'm lying. Anyway, whatever, my hair rocks my world, so it's all good.
I love when things are just too good to stand.
Thursday, March 13
The hair. Oh god. It's short. I love it. Wheeeeeeee...
Wednesday, March 12
Heh. I've gone the entire day thinking it was Thursday. Oops. And I'm so giggly. GIGGLY. I wish I had some insight to share, or something. But I DON'T. AHHHHHH. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Life is a gray scale. I miss the rainbow. But it all smells so good.
It occurred to me, much to my dismay, that I am a true coward. Well, fuck.
AND...I actually dreamed about fast cars. I'm such a loser. But I love my hair. Wahoooooo!!!
Tuesday, March 11
God, I so badly want to be evil.
I HATE (with a passion) that it is impossible to convey any real emotion with a stupid shit computer. COMPUTERS SHOULD DROWN. PLEASE DON'T TELL ME THAT ISN'T POSSIBLE. I'M WELL AWARE OF THAT FACT. IT'S SO DUMB TO BE THIS ANGRY AND TRY TO TELL SOMEONE ABOUT IT THROUGH A LITTLE BEIGE BOX. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I HATE YOU. AND I HATE SPRING BREAK.
Monday, March 10
Nora and I decided not to go camping...because we're lazy. That is, in all truth, the reason. But today we went out to the Wild Basin Preserve to walk around. And we brought a picnic. Yeah. It was fun.
I hate how boring my blog is. I wish I actually had something to say. I think my intelligence began to decrease right around sixth grade, and is now getting to the point where I'm below the average ninth grader. Probably not, but maybe.
Friday, March 7
People who give me shirts are awesome. *cough*Mike*cough*
Nora and I are going camping. Wahoo.
Oh, and in case you hadn't heard...IT'S SPRING FUCKING BREAK!!!!!!
Thursday, March 6
The middle schools and junior highs had/have UIL yesterday, today and tomorrow. Kealing played today. I went to listen, with some other people. I really miss Kealing again. Mr G was a good band director. Then Allyson gave me a ride home and I discovered that Emma lives about a block away from me. Insanity.
The highlight of my day occurred in French. A rarity, I assure you. We take a verb quiz every Tuesday and Thursday and Mrs Gardner gives you the highest grade of the two. I made a 106 on my last one but was still required to take today's. So, I wrote everything backwards. And I still got a 100. I hate French. But yeah, it's great fun to write backwards in a foreign language. Really. I promise.
I have so much homework that it makes me want to put it off forever and just die. What I love is that it's all my fault. So I ordered a pizza. That makes everything better.
Tuesday, March 4
It is absolutely amazing to hear other people's opinions on life and realize how young we (teenagers) are and how little we know and how alike everyone is. My family is so smart.
My mom's sick and it makes me sad. I don't like it when she's sick. But I'm at my dad's so it's not like I see her. Hm.
I've come to the conclusion that enlightenment is the easiest way to ruin your life. Anyone can realize that it doesn't matter, but it's hard to accept that and still live without hating existence. Wahoo.
Monday, March 3
Man. Samantha called me hilarious. She's like my new favorite person. Or something.
It finally occurred to me that I could get around the whole "stress issue" by...get this...not caring. Wahoooo. School is suddenly really easy.
I made a 100 (and 1/2) on my French test. I rule the world.
People are the greatest. And THANK GOD Rags is finally over.
(Kendall calls me Lu. That makes me so happy. French horns rule.)
Saturday, March 1
Life is perfect, and I don't care if you don't believe me.
So, Rags tonight was wonderfully disastrous. Aside from the stabbing pains that caused my atrocious horn playing, there were comical technical difficulties. Blah blah blah. Good stuff.
I need routine and I need alone time.
I'm bored with the ordinary and sadly lonely.
Hm.
