I just finished this great book.

It was called Dirty Jokes and Beer, by Drew Carey. A lot of it was rants and things that I would expect Mike or Tom to write (a comedian always has an opinion).

But he put his short stories at the end, and I have to say, they were pretty good. Not to say that they didn't depress me; they did. But they were still good, and since they provoked me to feel a certain emotion, they were sucessful. Check this book out at the library (mostly again, to Mike and Tom. I think you'll like it).

Meanwhile, for some reason, it got me thinking about college. (AGH! All we've been doing it talking and thinking about college, and then we'll have to spend four years there. It will be like a pimple that never goes away, seriously!) I started to think about my classes, and how I'm going to be taking a lot of English and writing classes, and how there are going to be a lot of people like the people I don't like now in those classes.

So I'm pretty much screwed.

I would write more, but I'm annoyed.

Today in gym class, a shuttle cock bounced off my racket and hit me in the eye.

Therefore, when mentioning to others, " yeah, a cock hit me in the eye, " I got responses such as:

"Did jiz hit you in the eye as well?", "Whose?", and my personal favorite, because it is so punny like many of my jokes, "oh, so you were cock-eyed?" 

Brilliant.

Meanwhile, my smart, ivy-league bound AP class got an extention on our Hamlet paper. Then why the fuck did I work on it all week? Only to have everyone go, "Oh, well, I was just going to do it all tonight, but now I have until Tuesday. Ha ha ha."

Fuck that. You know, maybe I was just planning ahead. I don't pull all-nighters, thank you very much. And I also worked hard on the paper.

I know I won't get as good of a grade as you. Or go to Harvard, or Yale, or whatever the fuck school you're going to. but at least I'll be more prepared for college. And won't have to drop out of the "second class school" I'm planning on attending.

Have fun writing your paper this weekend. I'll be out, having fun.

Because I'm handing mine in tomorrow. Like it was originally intended.

Losers.

What a shocker, when I saton the couch as the stupid little ball dropped and stared at the 2007 blinking. I was bored. I was depressed, and I know partially why.

I felt like, weird. 2007 has been our year forever, and now it's 2007. No more of that well, it's still 2006, we have some time before graduating. This year came and now every single day counts to me.

I felt weird because I have still tried to keep up the stupid 2 group ordeal. Both groups get along, but usually don't mingle that much. It's so impossible to do this, and have Matt as well. And it seems like I'm starting to lose both groups by trying to juggle them.

No one knows me anymore, except for maybe Matt, but you can't rely on one person for everything. True, we've alomst been going out for 11 months, it's a big deal, I know. But there are days that I just feel like I'm so fucked for college, because I'm going to try a long distance realtionship, while still making new friends and hopefully keeping my old ones. And if I only rely on him, I'm fucked anyway, because I'll just miss him and try to stay in touch with him, and then not be able to. And I won't make any friends in college, because everyone will be like, "pff, there's that girl who thinks her long distance relationship was going to work."

I knew I was taking a chance by picking up a new boyfriend last year, but I actually never thought it would last this long. I thik it's tripled the length of anyone I've had in the past. I was never one to think that long d. relationshps would work, either. But now I have to make it work. Well, I don't have to, but I want to.

I know everyone's excited about graduation coming up in six (SIX!) months. I don't want to bring you guys down. I just can't do anything about the time thats slowly dissapearing, and I'm wondering if I'm going to choose the right college, and if I'm doing the right things, and I spending time with the right people.

I'm nervous as hell.

Except for hell isn't probably nervous. Or maybe it is. Because it has to take all the bad souls. I would be nervous if I had to take the bad souls.

Anyway. I don't know why I decided to write all this on here. I should be wrting essays for these scholarships. I just want to try and enjoy these months before I stress out. But it seems I've already stressed too much.

Shit.

Currently Listening Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl see related

I should really stop listening to the POTC/LOTR mix that I have while doing work.

Heres a friendly thought... I read the preface and whole first chapter of gastby. Not bad for a nostalgic listening who wants to be watching/ in those movies instead of doing work.

Gastby's not bad though. or the first chapter isnt.

Another friendly thought. I'm first to teach the class on my wonderful Dickinson. I think I'll just pick poems I like and be like, read these and tell me what they are about. Yeah, that'll work.

And then that motif study. God, its shocking, really, that all of this is due wednesday. plus a writing assignment in creative writng.

Then the 8th, the poster for history is due, Im teaching, anf I hae to memorize a poem for C.W. Mur. :blows hair out of face:

But ha ha ha, once i teach, I get to sit there and make faces at everyone after me. Who is everyone in the class. Emily was born too early. :(

But apparently, if i go to Chicago just to sing, we can change the world.

So much for Emily Dickinson. I guess I'm just going to have to B.S. reading that.

shit shit shit.