I'm sitting in English II right now. We're doing this thing where each day we have to write something nice on a poster for someone, and today that someone is me. So this should be interesting... I don't ever really talk to anyone in my sophomore class. I don't hate them all but I just don't really talk to them. My best friend is a senior....sooo I don't have any reason to associate with these people they call my classmates.
Today kind of feels like a Friday. I reaaaallly wish it was. This week has seemed like it's just drug on and on. I'm tired of being in school. I get really anxious when it starts to get warm out and the sun is always shining, because I want to be outside. Not inside. Inside is stupid & boring. Especially in a school. It's supposed to rain & hopefully it'll melt majority of the snow. Then the grass will start getting green. And the trees will get leaves. I can't wait. So I know this is a really stretched thought. It's a stupid way of looking at it. But technically next year I'll be 18. Next year I'll be a senior. Welllll part of next year. Think about it. It makes sense. Where does all the time go?
I really hope we don't have to sing in choir. My throat is really scratchy. I hate choir. Next year, since Tara's going to be gone, I'm not going out for choir. What's the point?
It's only 3rd periooooooooddddddddd. Why is the day going so slowwww? I don't know why I'm even blogging. I have nothing important to say. I'm just babbling. I do that too much. This weekend is going to suck & I'm not really looking forward to it, but at the same time I am. I don't know. Okay. SoOoOo...I'll blog later.
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