Meh. I’m tired. *shrug* Oh, well.
Racheal, you’ve GOT to keep writing. Or—I know! Write originals! You should, and have a different pen name so they don’t know it’s you! And only tell the elite who you are on there! Wouldn’t that be sweet?
Hee. Regurgitated bologna. ^________^
Oh, my Grannie Mae!
Ignore those, unless if you’re Racheal, in which case you mustn’t ignore the bologna—you know why. ^^o
*sigh* It’s weird. A lot of people talk about the beginning euphoria of being in love. But with me, there was no euphoria. There was fear, fear of being hurt and the massive potential of it, and a sort of claustrophobia for letting someone in my heart—I like being alone. And I doubt he even knows how seriously I like him. Or if he even cares. Although I think he could like me, but only slightly—sort of like when I’d liked Russell Yeddo. It was more respect than anything, but I also admired his personality. You know what I mean?
Nyah. And yes, I did update yesterday’s entry today.
And also, I got the thing for the classes I’ll be taking, as well as another financial aid thing. *rolls eyes* Wow. I’ll talk to Mr. Scanlan about that when the time comes. Just because I’m a bloody freshman doesn’t mean I need to be harassed about college. I worry enough without them talking about it.
Oh, speaking of which, just because I feel like it, here are my college plans:
1) Word of Life Bible Institute (it’s not an actual college, but it offers college credits)
2) Tennessee Temple or Bob Jones
Both options—and then I want to get a degree in literature and become a college professor—I love writing. And I’d love to learn more about the things that come instinctively to me due to extensive reading.
Bah. It’s snowing. I hate snow, especially eight days before my birthday (not that I’m counting down or anything ^^o). I hate it! There’s ALWAYS snow on my birthday! I have only had ONE green birthday.
Thus why TENNESSEE Temple. ^^o I’d been inquiring Ruth’s dad when I was on the phone with him the other day about good Christian liberal arts colleges in a warm area that had a good literature section that he recommended, and he only recommended four. Bob Jones, Pensicola or Pensicoya or something, Tennessee Temple, and something else that he didn’t really talk about too much. I need to look into them a bit first.
Meh. I had a piece of skin on my wart on my foot that was sticking out, so I pulled it out, and it bled. Forever. Seriously, the band-aid was COVERED.
Oh, yes, and happy St. Patty’s!
People tend to think you're stupid and you were probably voted
Least Likely to Succeed by your high school class. These people are mostly
stupid themselves, and are just judging their opinion of you on your ability
to defend yourself, which is admittedly pretty poor. But there's lots
more to life than defending yourself from being picked on and pulled apart!
There's labor unions to join and holiness to produce! You'll survive
the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid
Exodus--your dreams were broken violently somehow,
so you left (mentally or physically) and you
know you can find no contentment here. My
black backpack stuffed with broken dreams
Twenty bucks should get me through the week
Never said a word of discontentment Thought it
a thousand times but now I'm leaving home What Evanescence song are you? brought to you by Quizilla
...Again?Chibi Muse Update:
Shawn: *has just stubbed his toe on the cage, is swearing loudly*
Mina: *is hiding, afraid of Shawn*
MC: *wants to kiss Shawn's hurt and make it better*
Diana: *composing story with all of them in it* Current Mood: happy