I am just not a grades person. I know it, and the rather odd thing is, I’m perfectly fine with that. Well… as fine as I can be when my parents, after barraging me with lectures, begin to fix me with this distant, sympathetic look as if I were scheduled to die tonight. It’s not that I don’t care about my life or am trying some nonconformist-rebel ( Read more... )

(Anita is searching something ((earrings, I think? Yeah, earrings)) on Google Images while Pavan and I hang out around the computer. As she scrolls down, a shirt ((not an earring?)) comes into view.)
Shirt: I <3 JC
Me: Does that mean...
Pavan: I love Junior College?
Anita: It's JESUS CHRIST, you guys.

oyy.

Prom is one of those things that you keep hearing about throughout your lifetime and then, when it actually happens, you freak out slightly. It’s like bungee jumping. Or like going to high school for the first time. Or eating Thai food. But prom will blow most of those types of experiences out of the water (And to think that I was almost not ( Read more... )

The votes are in and the letters of congratulations (and "regrets") will soon be distributed. Phew. Finally, the journalism applications process is over. No more precious lunches and additional hours after-school sacrificed to watch fellow classmates' eyes widen in fear before the miniature crowd of us staff observers. I'm excited... There ( Read more... )

Did you know that the British do in fact wear ORANGE on Saint Patrick's Day? It's because they hate the Irish (and as you know, of course, that St. Paddy's Day is very much an Irish thing). So yes. I will brave all the frightening pinch-happy people out there and stay true to my--er--roots and wear orange to school tomorrow (oh crap, it's TODAY ( Read more... )

“Victory attained by violence is tantamount to a defeat, for it is momentary ( Read more... )

I’ve realized today… that have become a very cynical person. There’s not a time of day when I’m silently (and selfishly) groaning to myself at the sudden abundance of lovestruck spoonies springing up like daisies on what seemed to be a barren hill just a few months ago. It’s frustrating how there seems to be no escape to the saccharine atmosphere ( Read more... )

Your Eyes Should Be Green
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I know it in my heart of hearts now--I am not coming back to Myspace! Up until this point, I've been doing some back-and-forth thinking, going, "Oh, but I really kind of miss it. It didn't take away THAT much free time..." and such. But now, I actually use the phone to talk to people. You might be thinking, "Oh, what a big fat deal that is," ( Read more... )