Well life is stressful and busy and crazy and...Wonderful! (Yes, Yes). Just two projects and two finals and I will be DONE. And a summer full of family and Bridge and working and playing and gelato and palo alto and festivals and music. And love. Yum.

Yay!! I have a prom dress! It's red. And it cost $8. Ha ( Read more... )

Somehow, I will manage to ( Read more... )

So, I will not be taking math next year. And I have spent all day justifying it to people. But now it feels like I have to justify it to myself, and it just depresses me to think about a life without math. I love math. But next year I don't have the time or the emotional stability to deal with another year like the past two. If Thompson were ( Read more... )

APs are depressing. I wrote really lame essays about how pink flamingos represent 1950s consumerism and how NPR brings people together. Whatever ( Read more... )

My third year doing the day of silence I finally got it. Not that it wasn't hard before, or that I didn't learn from it. I did. But this year I was alone. And I knew I was alone. And I saw situations everywhere that I needed to improve using language, the greatest gift and the greatest barrier of the human race. But language wasn't there for ( Read more... )

This is bliss.

Life is so incredibly wonderful on break. Stress and chaos temporarily replaced by freedom and simple joys. Flashbacks and Flashforwards are all inspiring and hopeful, not depressing. There's no rush, no tests. A whole week to relax with my family and go to New York (yeah physics studying is in there too, but it isn't as awful as it seems). ( Read more... )

I feel like such an idiot. I haven't felt so stupid since middle school. Maybe I have, but from the way I acted today, it seems like I haven't grown at all since seventh grade. Gross. I can't stand my seventh grade self. But even she managed to hang on to friends better than I do. There is something seriously wrong with that ( Read more... )

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