eeeye dunno

Tomorrow is technically the last day of school. I still don't really know how I feel about that. Does anyone else feel like the end of each year should be marked at the end of summer instead of January? I know there's no way that could ever be enforced since everyone is set on January, but the first day of school always feels much more like the beginning of a new year. It feels more like a new year because everything becomes different once you go back to school, whereas January is kind of in the middle of everything. Then again, not everyone goes to school or ever stops going to work during the year, so I guess that doesn't really apply to them.

This week has mostly been nothingness. Mrs. Minutola is still making my blood pressure rise, I'm still failing Algebra even after I managed to pass my last test of the year (I'm not counting on my final to pull me through with a miraculous D-), and I still play solitaire too much.
I guess there's that thing over the weekend, but I think you already know what I'm getting at. Or maybe you don't. Aside from that there was a midnight trip to Sonic and a bonfire that made up for the night inbetween, which may have even been fun had I not had one of those "Oh. Fuck." moments when I woke up the next morning.

I'm really fucking up lately!

Yeesh.

RICK!!!

I have some more serious things to say, but first let me tell you about Rick the sophmore who is in my chemistry group who sits there and doesn't say anything and usually does his history homework instead of helping us on the powerpoint. Everyone in the group has taken an inexplicable fascination to him and the other day I tried to discretely take a picture of him with my phone while walking down the hallway, and only managed to get his back. :(
One of these days I will do his short, kinda fat, typically salesian horn-playing outline and goofy face justice.

Lately I've taken to spending the bulk of my day reading instead of getting work done, and weirdly enough this hasn't had much of an effect on my grades. Maybe it's because the year is winding down, which I can't seem to process since it doesn't feel like I've been in school for nine months yet.

I don't want this year to end. Which seems all kinds of backwards, and under different circumstances it would be.

This past weekend was good. I needed some solid, awkwardness-free hanging out, and it worked out pretty well in that respect. House shows are fun. Piroutte was amazing, TV Dinner was a blast like usual, the way the lead singer of Little Kingdom screamed/shouted/whatevered kind of reminded me of Jeremy Enigk, and mostly everything else was noteworthy too.

Sunday I played approximately 350 games of solitaire and will probably spend the rest of my week doing something similar, inbetween school and running/ironic smoke breaks.

another thing you can add to the list of things I phailed in the last week and a half

...is my driver's test.



I'm a phailure.

time to be vague again

I guess what I hate most about this kind of thing is knowing that things are going to be different from now on, but different in a way that's the same as it was before. It's just a big regression back to before I liked the way things were going.

Not much I can really do about it, I guess.


Participating in anything school-related is like getting a root canal.

I woke up feeling dumb this morning and spent the rest of today following through on it.

Disheartening: Thinking you did really awesome on a test, only to check netclassroom a day or two later and see that you failed it.

Prom tomorrow.

I called Prima's to see when I was supposed to turn my paperwork in, and the manager said that his boss decided he didn't want anyone else to get hired for now.

God damnit.

employment

I now have a job answering the phone at Prima's Pizza in Hockessin. I love pizza and telephones (well, mostly just pizza), so I think I'm qualified.

I think I'm going to start following hockey. Not as one of those people who only does when their state/city's team is in the playoffs, but in general. I don't think I've ever consistently followed a sport before.

My parents are gone for the week. Because my parents think the chances that some freak accident is going to happen are 10x more likely while they're gone (although they're not home a good chunk of the time anyway), my aunt is here. She's okay.

Wadaawooooo

GROWLSTER

This weekend doesn't seem all that promising.


I may have a job though, so let's keep our fingers crossed on that one. Then all my weekends can seem not promising.

Wah wah wah