Where has my motivation gone? And I don't believe for a second that it has anything to do with Senioritis. And now it's just confusing because you would think that if I was so concerned about not being motivated it would motivate me to be...motivated. I think that makes sense. This time last year, I was going to every soccer practice no matter how ( Read more... )

This is the first time I've had the opportunity to procrastinate. I got to come straight home from school, have some cookies and milk, pretend to work on college essays, sings songs really loud, play the guitar, and then watch scrubs. I then TRIED to do my math homework, but realized Jack still has my calculator, so i happily gave up on that. Also ( Read more... )

I'm so tired of THINKING!!! I feel like someone just stuck a giant Q-Tip in my ear and swabbed at my brain for 5 hours straight. I think I'm just going to be a cat when I grow up...MY cat to be specifc.

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So yesterday was a big day for me. My drama group performed and somehow Ms. Stroeh loved it. I mean she was blown away. I, meanwhile, was completely baffled. But I'm not complaining ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is my performance for the greek festival in drama and not only is my group not prepared, but SOME members of my group think they are too cool to meet at lunch so we can at least go over our movements. I swear I've never despised someone as much as I despise Yoel. Even his name is dumb! I threaten him at least three times a day and he still ( Read more... )

Why does listening to Enya make me feel so happy? "And who can say where the road goes, where the day flows, only time". So freaking true! Oh Enya, you help me not kill myself over college apps.

This morning I spread peanut butter and jelly on countless slices of bread with four other people. We made 75 lunches in total. When we got to San Francisco I went with two other people down Haight Street and handed out lunches to quite a few amazing people. I met a man named Ian who told me his girlfriend had just been arrested all because he had ( Read more... )

I had the worst dreams last night. One was where I was in a play/ musical, but I didn't know what I had to do in the play, so I just started singing something I made up on the spot. It actually sounded suspiciously like West Side Story. Then in the dream, I went backstage and fought over a costume with some girl. For some reason this girl made me ( Read more... )

I like the idea of this here live journal. Today was exhausting, but in all very good ways...well in almost all good ways. Making up, threats of referrals, Crack Cocaine puns, lack of math, stolen curry chicken, secrets, confessions, portraits of Jack, tripping in front of my entire English class, no 7th period, blueberry muffins, dancing, ( Read more... )