At long last, the week of midterms hell is over! I’m so happy! Well, not as happy as I could be, I suppose, considering I probably ended up with a horrible grade in Calc. And I promise that next semester, I’ll actually do my homework for it.
Girls basketball game tonight (oh joy…), but I’m going out to dinner with Lindsay before and then to a movie-fest-night-thing at a friend’s house. Much rejoicing will be had.
Now that I’m going into a three day weekend, I had better get working on my website. Huzzah for Photoshop and Dreamweaver and mass amounts of tutorials!
I hate poetry.
I just thought I’d point that out. Oh, and I may be getting a new (and ad-free) blog sometime. It would mean abandoning Xanga, but I’m sure it’d be worth it. More on this as it develops.
Now I sound like a news reporter. And I still hate poetry.
Winterfest was awesome, even if the DJ did blow his amp. Meh. The upside of that was being able to hear myself think for the last half of the dance. I forgot my crown, though, which was a bummer. They even took pictures of the royalty, and me without my crown…oh well.
Now I’ve got to go back to school, something I really don’t want to do considering the semester ends this Friday. Normally, that’d be a good thing, but I have papers and tests all over the place this week along with my Calculus notebook. I’m probably going to get yet another B in Calc unless all my homework miraculously does itself. Curse my procrastination and concentration problems!
You know, I guess it’s the onset of the end of high school, but it’s getting really hard for me to care about certain things. This holds true for schoolwork (especially Physics and Calc) and other stuff, like my ST simms and bowling. I just don’t care as much as I used to, and it’s bothering me. Things like bowling used to be so much fun, but now I’m anxiously awaiting the end of the league I’m currently in. Maybe it’s some odd form of senioritis, but that’s usually just school-related.
In case you’re starting to worry, no, I’m not depressed. I just don’t know what it is. It seems the only bright spot in my life (what I actually care about) are Lindsay and the rest of my friends. Other than that…
…well, that was a depressing entry. Maybe I’ll find some way to perk up before the semester ends. *wanders off to listen to emo music*
I’m kidding about the emo music bit. I’m not that crazy.
Everyone’s talking about some new editor…it looks the same to me. I must have missed something.
I got picked as the Winterfest Senior Prince. Go me and my nifty crown. It may not be as prestigious as Homecoming King, but I don’t care. I like to start small. Like taking over Canada. Then I’ll go on to take over the rest of the world. Excellent.
Winterfest tomorrow night. It’d probably be a good idea to get my car to stop making odd noises before then. I don’t think a clicking engine is likely to impress the ladies. Well, lady. But that’s beside the point. If you take Travis’s word for it, I’m a die-hard lady’s man. Oh yeah.
You have no idea how close I came to getting a major fine today. A couple of days ago, I gave a friend a ride home from school. On the way back, I passed by a bus just beginning to stop on the other side of the road. Right as I passed, the bus put out it’s stop flaps. And apparently, the bus driver cited me for passing a bus with it’s stop flaps out. I couldn’t have stopped in time. There was no way I could have foretold the future, and been able to stop before she put her flaps out. The whole situation was like a traffic light turning yellow when you’re fifty feet away and going thirty-five miles an hour. You can’t stop that quickly. Or at least I can’t.
Luckily, I got off with a warning, and I have to apologize to the bus driver in question on Tuesday.
For not magically bringing my car to a full stop in a few feet.
Oy.