There are only 20 or so more days of school left and I don't think I can convey accurately the absolutely insanely gross amount of anticipation I am experiencing as of now. School irks me towards the end of the year. I get paranoid I'm going to fail all my classes. I question my aptitude. In lamemans terms, I have low self-esteem. I used to be able to deal with it. This year, not so much. Perhaps high school is bigger, scarier, or whatever and, though indirectly, the pressures on my brother, a junior, is getting to me, too. What if I'm not college material? What if, what if, what it?
Anyway, enough of that crapola. My oldest brother is coming home from college for his summer vacation on Friday. He has a study abroad class in South Africa starting the beginning of May though, so you can imagine he won't be here more than a week. I'll miss him. Why? 'Cause I already do.
The Mentalist is going to be on nine minutes. I better hurry this along.
Have you ever noticed how it's very hard to delay a decision and end up with both? It never works out, does it? You'll always have to toughen up and make the choice, any pain and suffering aside. Humanity is cruel.
Sorry if this feels slightly scatter-brained.
I'm going on a field trip Thursday to another high school with my awesome friends to dicuss books and eat pizza. I'm happy, as clearly indicated by this --> :]
I've been having dreams lately where I will be on the phone and then walk away, do something outrageous, come back and resume conversation. What on earth?
Good night, all.