I hate physics. I hate STAT. I hate chemistry. I hate my green sweater. I hate poetry. I hate being confused. I REALLY hate George of the Jungle. I hate having an itchy nose. I hate having to turn in three sketches every week. I hate mrm, although she hasn't done anything to piss me off today. I hate people writing on my car. I hate Sweeney Among ( Read more... )

( Am I a Movie Whore? )

Argh (yes, that's "argh" like a pirate).. Argh, massive confusion. Massive, massive confusion and frustration. I better figure out all this junk pretty soon.

Hey, guess what? My parents are making me take the ACT again in December. Oh joy of joys, I was so scared that I was done with that test for the rest of my life... and now I get to enjoy it one more times. Isn't that glorious?

I am FINISHED with my scholarship stuff! ALL of it! 100 PERCENT! Time to celebrate! Time to go to sleep!

Oooh what a very long weekend. Friday was my antisocial night, I stayed at home and watched The Exorcist with my mom while everybody else was at the game. I was actually a little disappointed with that movie, everybody says it's really scary, but it was pretty slow for the most part. But Reagan! She was insane! I probably could've taken her down ( Read more... )

I must say I had a fairly interesting weekend ( Read more... )

I'm sick of poetry.

My dad just told me about an insane dream he had last night. It involved crystal balls and John Daily the golfer singing Spanish love songs.

I'm SO ready to get out of here and go to Fayetteville.

The drama plays were great today.

My hair is shorter, blonder, and I like it.

I'm frustrated.

I'm confused. Massively confused.

I am in love with my new car.

Volleyball is over.

I've gotta write my scholarship essays this week.

Jess is coming back to Gilmore Girls.

Life is good, and there's only one thing that can make it better...