I don’t know what I want to do with my life. And I don’t know how I’m supposed to go about figuring that out.
Good things about tomorrow
-I have a tape deck for my car, meaning, i can play my ipod. no. more. shitty. radio. -I have money for starbucks (sort of) -Start off the day with Mrs. Woodssss -I have food already prepared for lunch/dinner -I get to work afterschool, so I get to drive in the morning! -I get to review for my flvs call that’s after schoool during school. -AP psych. Will hopefully be really exciting. though...
Who's the idiot of our senior class?
Oh, yeah, me. I should just stick to not speaking out.
Fucking nervous for seating auditions. I wish tumblr had posted what I wrote out. But thank god. Derik called
Wow. I just wrote something really long about school, and I guess It didn’t post. Well fuck.
The thing with religion
it’s all about inclusion. I mean there’s the faith, and such, but all of that is personal. How you see it. How you believe it. How you connect to it. Nobody else will have the same experience that you do. But religion, going to services, just being around those people. Being included like that. I miss it. I miss those days when I’d be hanging out with my jewish friends and...
My dad and I were talking about the Harry Potter...
No guys, there were 6 horcruxes, and harry ended up being the 7th. its-now-or-never-isnt-it: Am I the only one who didn’t realize this before? whoaahh
Would it be a crime to make my FLVS essay ridiculously short? Mrs. Shelnut would not be proud. But. … ._. I don’t know how to make 3 reasons out of what i could put in one, well-reasoned paragraph. That one paragraph would be shelnut worthy. But FLVS wants it almost dumbed down. Bleh. Requirements. That’s what they get.
On the other side, I have the sweetest flvs teachers. And they make me feel like shit, because I’m already behind.
I think I have one of the best bosses. I’m really glad I have a job.
flvs isnt my thing. i can do one assigment a day, but if i dont do work for a week, i cant make that up.
i fucking hate how things get lost in my house. I don’t care if it’s my fault, or my parents fault, either way. Misplaced, or set down and forgotton or just fucking lost. Everything important. I’m sick of this.
Sometimes I just want to shout
just to fucking shout. “Is the dishwasher empty? “I don’t know.” I’ve been at work all day. “Well, isn’t the weekend your turn to do-“ In my mind: “OKAY I’LL FUCKING DO IT, INSTEAD OF ASKING JUST TELL ME TO DO IT, BEATING AROUND A FUCKING BUSH DOES NOTHING AND YOU AREN’T PROVING ANY POINT.” What I said: “OKAY I’ll...
I’d rather do all of my AP Summer homework in a week, than do flvs right now.
The best part of being home is the fact that B.J. Is in my room on my dresser. Chillin. Otherwise.
aprilkflyaway: “scene” kids are now trying to be “hipster” They should just be called “Annoying kids who try to fit in too god damn much and have a serious problem with trying to be so fucking cool when really you all are just god damn fucking annoying ugly people.” If we are being honest.
"You can't be a housecat and find inspiration...
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Darren Criss can play violin?
The combination of Andy Samberg and Shark Week is...