Song of the Day: "The Only Exception" Paramore
Accessory of Awesome: the goth look I've been pulling off with amazing amazingness
Irrational Irritation: the fact that my lips keep getting chapped
I have neglected this blog for so long. I feel like a bad person. But those of you who read this see me almost every day anyway. For those of you who don't...I'm sorry. Ha ha!
I've been very busy with this horribly creation called "homework" which these things called "teachers" give you when they want to torment you with their subject while your away from them.
OK not really. They have been LOADING it on this past month though. It's disgusting. It's like they decided all at the same time to kill us with homework. I think my backpack may break my back this week.
On the friend front, I've been having a great time. No fights..which is strange for me.
But I've discovered something. something rather bad. Something rather frightening...
I don't get along with my class.
HOW HORRIBLE IS THAT?! I have sixteen people in my class. These people have been here since my third grade year (well most of them have been...) and I don't get along with them! I get along with the Junior guys just fine. But not my class!
I mean, I don't hate them. I'm genuinely upset that I've apparently been neglecting my friendships with these people I count among my good friends. I get along with them fine. I love them and I doubt any of them harbor feelings of anger against me. But I've neglected them! I'm not close to them at ALL!!!
What will I do when my friends graduate in two years? They'll all be at college! Davey, Logan, Seth, Jeremy, Payne, Charles, Austin? Poof!!!
And that's the same year Abby will be going to college!!! I'll have no friends at ALL!!
I don't think I can make it that year....maybe I could graduate over the summer and go to college early. Except I'll only be seventeen. Not eighteen. That puts on damper on my plans...
I'll miss them so much. But everyone leaves eventually. It sickens me to think that these people I've spent so long getting close to will not only be going away and leaving me behind, it sickens me that they are only there for the first twenty years of my life. After that they fade into the background and this life I've built stands as nothing. Just memories that must be left behind. These best friends will no longer be best friends. They'll be memories.
I'll have to actually make friends when I leave Grove!!!
At Grove your kind of forced into making friends. Because there's only about 50 of us. So even if you don't want to be friends, you will be. You have to be. Or life is simply impossible.
Although that is not always true that we're forced to make friends. Because before two years ago the Four Peers (minus Jeremy) were kind of there own set of people. Then I popped the bubble.
Those were good times. Really good times. And in a couple years it won't matter because they'll have girlfriends and wives and I'll be unable to hang out with them because of their girlfriends. That SUCKS!!!
OK maybe I'm focusing on the negative...
NO I'M NOT!! I'M FOCUSING ON REAL LIFE SITUATIONS!!! OH MY GOSH I'M GOING TO DIE ALONE WITH NINE CATS AND A YELLOW KITCHEN!!!
(Don't ask...just don't ask people.)
OK. NOW I'm over reacting.
I'm good. I'm good. My rant is over now.
As you can tell, homework has taken a seriously toll on my sanity and health. Well, you can't tell the health part since you can't see the huge bags under my eyes right now. But I do believe I'm going sane.
I don't like being sane. Its no longer fun. I need someone to come make it insane again.
Wait...let me count the number of insane people in my life..............
There's to many to count. It's definitely higher than two though. I'm going to have to say the top two are Abby and Vito though. So...
AAAAABBBYYYY!!!! VIIITTTOOOOO!!! Come make my life interesting please!!!!
*Sigh* I'm just going mad now. Oh well. I'll talk to you guys later. You've seen, like, five different personalities in one blog today. I'm going to go to sleep now.....
Until the bags under my eyes go away,
Christina
