I can’t avoid you forever…

I just wish I could? Lol. No, but really. I still don’t know what I’m going to do for my next entry! I have an idea, but I don’t think I’ll be able to by the time I need it… (which is by the time I want to write next… which knowing me will be in like 2 hours.) Bah.

So today was, by definition, the last day of school. *gets up, jumps up and down several times, screams at top of lungs, does a little dance, giggles* YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS… you don’t even KNOW how happy I am. I’ve never been this happy to be done with school in my entire life. NEVER. This year completely killed me. KILLED me I tell you! Just think… no more Mrs. W! AFTER TWO FREAKING YEARS OF HER for 15-16 math! Finally… I’m done with Mrs. S! No more horrendously stupid prompts… no censorship of our minds… just pure and lovely and deep discussions next year! *falls into a dream of AP English* Oh, I’m just so happy. So ecstatic. SO lovely. *grins*

OOh… I got my prom pictures back today! Everyone’s are so good! Aww… but then again I so did not need to see that picture today. After that dream? Not what I needed. Not at all. But we’re thinking that that other city faction needs to come to this city on, oh, say Saturday? Yeah dawg… I’m horrible. I really am. SO horrible. BREN please tell me I’m an idiot. Everyone else just keeps encouraging me, and it’s just no good. He’s the only guy I even remotely like at the moment. I think that’s kind of sad… out of all those nice, smart, adorably wonderful guys that I know… no one! Remarkable.

I had some more cheese. It was good.

OOH… I got some synthetic reeds for my sax. I intend to use them for marching band, as they don’t really go bad, rain doesn’t affect them, cold doesn’t affect them, and they really don’t get destroyed as easily as, you know, normal reeds. *Fibercell* all the way, baby!

Why is it that the suffix “ed” usually means past tense but occasionally is present tense too? What is up with that? I was addicted. I am addicted. Yet I jumped always means… well… I jumped. Never I am jumping. Ignore me, please, I beg of you.

Are we seeing how long it’s taking me to write this? Are we seeing how I just want to get as much into this entry as possible in order to procrastinate on the next entry? *considers writing a private 400th* Hah… just kidding… I don’t believe in those. Ahh… I’m so horrible right now. Me… queen of 2-3 entries a day… avoiding writing? What is that? The other night I told my sister that I “write” sometimes 3 times a day, but almost always at least once a day. She was impressed, I think. At any rate, we were talking about AP english (I’m SO excited) and how you have to turn in 750 words of journaling each week. I was like pssht… that’s nothing. Lol. Do you even KNOW how much I write a week? So it should be good… and fun… and interesting… and lovely…

I have a chemistry final tomorrow. I don’t think I feel like studying. Oh, wait, I have 3 more finals on Wednesday too… but, ohh, forget that… don’t feel like studying until September. You know what? In all honesty… je m’en fiche. Pas du tout. Ich HASSE pauken… und so, werde ich nicht. NIE. Lol… aber ich werde… ich wurde jetzt nur blöd sein.

*sigh* Well I hate to end this entry, but I really must. It’s 5, and I’ve not studied for chem at all. While I realize it really doesn’t matter what I get on this test at all, I feel weird not studying for it. I’m such a loser! But still… I feel like I should… at least try a little… bah.

Well I’m off to be

~swept away in… studying??~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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