so close, yet so far away.
I'm sitting here, bored, staring at the computer screen, doing absolutely nothing. It's not that I don't have things to be doing, but that I'd really rather not do those things. I'm beginning to ALMOST not care about school/grades at all. My top priority is to be done with school as fast as possible. I'd be ridiculously happy if I didn't have to deal with finals, but I do.

So as I said, I'm sitting here. I've just laid out lots of chemistry work on my floor so I can try to finish up some things. If I get off of the computer that will be more possible. I also need to prepare for the oral part of my French final which I'm taking tomorrow morning (along with the listening). I detest French. I think I'd love it if our school had teachers capable of teaching it well, but sadly, we are lacking in that department. And to think French used to be my favorite subject. I had the choice of doing the French right at the beginning of the day, or right at the end. I chose the beginning and I definitely do not regret that decision. There's an added benefit too! Ms crazy-psycho-french-teacher will have to wake up earlier in order to get to school earlier than she normally does. ohh too bad.

My body is clogged with unhealthy, gross food. And once my birthday passes, I will be able to semi-detox. mmmm.

Well, I must go, as there is lots of work on the floor calling my name.

2 days
The school year is almost over. Which means junior year is almost over. Which means high school is three-quarters done. faboo.

For the longest time I figured I would go to college in Boston, or at least semi-close by, not straying beyond New England. It's incredible how much I have changed. I mean, I haven't necessarily changed drastically, but my understanding about certain things is certainly different than it previously had been. So now, not only do I think that I will actually go a decent distance for college, I want to go NOW. High school is by far the stupidest thing that has happened to me ever.

Music is such an amazing thing. Or maybe powerful is a better word. Of course I like singing, but I'm starting to not really care for my voice. I'm sitting here, listening to a bunch of music that I'd forgotten I had. Somehow almost all music I hear has some sort of memory or feeling attached to it.

It is now June fourth and there is no sun to be seen.