As we go on, we'll remember; All the times we had together...

Who is ready for a cliche high school post? I AM, I AM!

Our parents always tell us that our high school years will be the best of our lives. (Now, insert Dazed and Confused reference.) Last year, I would have disagreed, but I have a different opinion now. My senior year has been the best year of my life. I have great friends; I got accepted to Georgia Tech, and I am actually doing things this year.

My close group of friends are some of the best that you will ever meet. We go out to dinner and hang out. We just be, you know. Also, there is a girl I kind of like.

Her name is literally a beautiful city that I would love to visit. She is funny and nice and an all around good person. I always have such a good time with her, and she fits in so well with my friends. One of my best friends is trying to set us up, and I am not objecting at all. We text all the time, and we can just talk about anything. Also, I am taking her to prom. Her dad doesn't want  her dating, so this is as close as I can get right now, and I am ok with that. She is worth it. See, look at how cliche I sound. Also, here is a cliche conversation we had.

S. - I am going to miss you so much at college.
Me- Well, you could always visit.
Best Friend- Well, someone already has a drawer in his room.
S. - I can bring an overnight bag.
Best Friend- (awkward nudge)
Me- :)

Oh, high school...

How Do You Like That?

I realize that no one reads my blog; it is not meant for someone to read. And that is why I like this so much. I could follow my friends, and then they would find out, and maybe some other people might read it too. You know, just because I am so witty (everyone loves me).

No, the reason I keep this blog is because I love having hypothetical conversations in my head. Like seriously, I do it all the time. I can create a ten minute tableaux in my head easily. I really like a girl, and I have imagined so many situations where we talk and fall more in love. I envision the perfect argument or verbal attack all the time. I don't know why I love doing this; I just do.

Hmm, I guess I am done with this post. I am getting distracted by imagining right now what someone would think if they read this blog...

Back to Reality

Ok, I am writing a random post just to have something else written on the front of my blog other than "life sucks." Also, it is 12:00 in the morning (a school night no less), and I am in no means tired. So, I am writing this and taking AP Chemistry notes. Just wonderful.

The past few weeks have been very stressful but not the janky stressful. I have had a lot of work to do, but I have finished it all actually on time. I have even had time (or made time) for naps. These help a lot (except for the last one which is the reason for me being awake now). I have been working on Eagle stuff, and I got it completed. It will be mailed off tomorrow. Everybody, stand up and clap for me; I deserve it. Also, we started quantum physics this week. It is pretty much the equivalent off watching a Disney movie being tainted before your very eyes or something else of that horrific equivalent.

Also, I just watched the last Glee episode on Hulu. I normally don't write tv show reviews, but hey, whatever. No one reads this blog; it is just a basic online diary, so I think I can write my own useless posts if I want to. Anywhoseewhatsit, (btw, that phrase looks a lot more Southern written out that I thought it would). But anywhoseewhatsit, I really liked the episode. Unfortunately, I actually got sad at the whole Rachel and Finn fiasco. I don't know if that makes me a really loving and caring person or a sad little person getting emotional at a computer. But anywhoseewhatsit, I did, and I also loved the Asian couple and Artie and Brittney. That was wonderful; creepy new girl, not so much.

Anywhoseewhatsit, I am rambling, so I will finish. But maybe it is just because I am awake at 12:30 looking at AP Chemistry...

You Will Be Missed

Life sucks...

Death

Today, I have to write a research paper, and it is going to be the death of me. I use this term very lightly. Before I began writing this paper, I went to see a good friend's dad earlier today. He is in the hospital with cancer. Can I ever use this phrase again?

This man is (I almost wrote was, but that's the wrong verb. Stay optimistic) incredibly strong. He has (dang it) is living an amazing life. He has two wonderful sons and a loving wife. And he has cancer, and it really sucks.

This post is strangely serious, but I had to get out my feelings. When I saw him, I was taken aback. This soccer playing, athletic man has been reduced into an unresponsive body. And it was incredibly tough to see him.

I hate death...

So Yeah, I'm (Really) Awesome...

Also, I just realized that all my posts have parentheses and ellipses at the end...

I Don't Think I Did Very Well. What Did You Get? A 98

I have a giant list of pet peeves and a very small temper. One of those peeves (peeves sounds weird without the pet in front of it) is when people make fun of themselves for compliments. Stop doing this, or I will retaliate.

"I only got a 96 on my test. What did you get?"
"Sorry bitch, but I got a 100. You kind of suck at life. Go sit in the corner and cut yourself with a spork from Taco Bell."

Everyone knows you are just fishing for compliments; just stop it. This rant was triggered by a guy in my trumpet section. He keeps complaining, very annoyingly, about his "inability" to play high notes. We tried to console him (give him the compliments he wants) before we gave up. We then got a new song that has some pretty cool high notes, and he was given them. He complained, and I asked if he wanted to trade parts. He declined... Really!?! You don't get compliments and the cool part; you have to choose one.

To finish on a happy note, I really love chili on cold days...