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Ah, school is such tragedy. My senior friends are gone crying English test tomorrow on The Glass Menagerie, "Mother Tongue," and "Everyday Use." Ugh, I'm not going to do well, but I need an A to pull my grade back up to a 94. It's so close. Algebra is so fricking easy, and Chem is the same. World History, well, it's always a rollercoaster, but we're doing WWII, and I'm in love with it! It's fascinating! Hitler, Stalin, Mussolini, Chamberlain, FDR, Hirohito, Churchill... So wonderful to learn about. I just love it. And in Relig we're learning about reconciliation and stuff. Nice, but now it feels like "someone" is nagigng me. Ha, God has such a sense of humor. As soon as I say/think something, bam! Something along those lines happns. Farve showing up, Amanda at Lakeside (which is funny, in its own sad way), Pat at church the other week....
*turns up remix music* Yea, obssession. What a nasty thing when it comes to me. And I am happy to report that I am officially the only person who changes so much in so little time that I am unrecognizeable. I swear, Even with haircuts and stuff, I change the most. In 8th grade, at the very first confirmation class, we're all waiting outside the parish center, kay, and I'm standing next to this girl that I'd gone to school with for 6 years, been friends with for the first 4 of those 6 years, and know fairly well. She didn't recognize me at first. Then another girl I'd gone to school with for 6 years but not been very good friends with didn't recognize me, and she was totally recognizeable.
So okay, you're thinking, "3 years changes people alot." Well, that 2nd girl took 5 minutes to recognize me at Rummel this year, and I'm telling you I don't look that much different. Heavier, yes, but my face can't have changed that much. idk, maybe I have. Maybe my own friends won't recognize me at our high school reunions. Maybe next year everyone who was gone won't know who I am. Maybe I'll be so different... And I might, considering I'm gathering my courage to try contacts. I know I can do it. I know I can. Besides, these glasses are too small and I don't think I'm going to find anything I like. And everyone says I have pretty eyes, so I don't want to hide them anymore.
Unfortunately I'll need some sunglasses. My eyes are sensitive, as are my ears, as proved by those turkeys in my carpool. Turning up the music so loud. Even if it was Kelly Clarkson and my favorite songs Gone and Walk Away. Ouch. The only thing I can turn up is Evanescence, but it just begs to be blasted. And only a few songs. You just can't blast My Immortal. whee
"Frozen inside without your touch, without your love..."
~nepie
 nepie · Thu May 11, 2006 @ 03:54am · 0 Comments |
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