I am dumb because...
- I forgot my password to my old blogspot? helllooo.
- I don't ever do projects for votec. They just suck so bad that I don't want to.
- Because I have NO IDEA what teacher is going to be my letter of recommendation.
- Because I still want to hang out Friday.
I'm so far behind everyone in votec it's ridiculous. Just because I don't care about wasting 150 trees to make business cards for a fake business. I don't even know how to use crazy geek computer programs to make it sweet.
I just got my application to Brookdale, because I can't go to OCC since they ... kind of suck at everything I enjoy. Anyways, Brookdale is probably cleaner and I worked with one of their teachers at the ice rink and I'm so happy I'm going to go there. Well, if I get accepted, which like, yanno. Anyways, I have to fill out all this crap and I'm just going to put it off so bad and I already know it. I don't want to grow up. I don't want to go to college. I don't want to turn 18. I don't want anything. I just want to have a lot of fun. I'm too immature for this. As much as I want to graduate to have summer come, I seriously, don't. At all. Summer is nice and all but not as nice as knowing you don't have that many responsibilities and knowing that every single thing you're going to learn is ACTUALLY going to be important with what you're going to do with your life. I change my mind too much for this. I'm so glad I don't have to move away just yet. But okay, so Brookdale requires 2 letters of recommendation, one is going to be from my current votec teacher because they're required to, apparently. Which is fine because he totally loves me. But the second one? From regular school? Teachers don't even like me at school, I don't even talk except for when I ask questions - which is annoying, the only teacher I ever got along with was Mr. Arnold but he had to be badass and move back to Philly. Ughughugh. None of my teachers this year would be willing to write one. Mr. Sardella like, doesn't want to do anything ever, Ms. Orrock and I don't even talk, and Ms. Servon is crazy and she thinks I'm terrible. I hope Mrs. Bollenbach will. Best guidance counselor ever. I'll buy her flowers if she does. hehehe.
Oh yo sup, Phil just broke up with me. He didn't give a reason. He just said he doesn't feel like being in a relationship. Makes me feel like crap. If I went to school Monday I wouldn't be going tomorrow. I'm not happy. Do you know how hard it is to ACTUALLY make me unhappy? He said it had nothing to do with me, but obviously that's a lie because... why else would you be unhappy with someone, if it doesn't have anything to do with them? We're still hanging out Friday. I know it's definitely in the book of things you aren't suppose to do, but I have no backbone and I've already accepted that. Just like, I get along with Phil SO well. Almost every little thing we have in common, and it just seems so right.
I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight and I know it. Maybe I'll not go to school tomorrow morning. Just go in at 10:30. It's not like I'll be doing anything in those classes anyway.
Oh, pictures.
Picture one: I made a tip cup to make mad cash at raceway park, I haven't gotten to use it but I probably will this weekend!
Picture two: After about 7 hours of work, except Katy who had like 9, and freezing the entire time, this is what we look like. Look at ginger Erin's goofy face.
Picture three: While walking the streets of Sleazside, Chris pointed out a brick wall with like 6 different mirrors on it. Obvious mirror shot moment.
Picture four: Foul line? Foul? hellooo.
My eyes are so green right now. It's ridiculous. When I get upset they turn green. When I cry they turn greener. And right now it's just like WOAH YO NOT EVEN BROWN AT ALL. I should cry a lot so they stay that way.
