Lesse... We're moving in like 18 days because our apartment sucks.
My dad wasn't going to tell me.
It really sucks, because my friend lives right down the road. Since we started senior year, it feels like I've been drifting slowly from my friends. Well not even really senior year, since this summer. I hate it.
When we move I probably won't have internet or phone for a while, and that's gonna suck. The internet is really the only way I can keep in contact with some people. sad
It seems like life is really starting to speed up. I'm going to a college to see if they would accept me and to see if I wanna go there on Saturday. They want me to bring some of my art, but I don't know about it anymore. I know for a fact that I'm not good enough to do it professionally, so I just told the guy I had already packed it away for the move. But it's okay I guess, I was going to try massage therapy instead.
If I go to college.
I probably won't though. Too much money and I really don't want to have to do that goal, like I said in the last entry.
Oh well. Might as well be hypocritical.
When I think back on it, it seems almost weird. Ever since I was four, I had always wanted to be a Marine Biologist. It was kinda funny. Then once I got into 8th grade I lost all ambition for it. And instead turned to art.
But my artwork is horrible, at least in my eyes. I cannot seem to come up with a style all my own. All my work is influenced by someone, mostly the person who taught me to draw. It seems pointless to pursue a career based on mimicry.
Senior year is going about as well as could be expected, I guess. My English 7-8 teacher is a bit... I don't know how to say it without being rude. She can't spell, and she's teaching us things that we learned in freshman year. It really bugs me to be re-taught how to write an essay in MLA format. When I've done at least two to four essays in that style for the past three school years. And the spelling...Well that always has bugged me. And she can't count, either, which sounds weird but it's true. She told us to write a paragraph and a half each day we have school, for a total of five paragraphs. But when you think about it, 1.5 times four is six.
But I guess beggars can't be choosers. All I have to do is finish the two classes I have this semester, and the two classes I have next semester, and then I'm done. Yay senior year.
I really wish I was back in freshman year.
Or even better eighth grade.
But oh well.
I think I'm done for tonight. I really just wanna curl up in my room, but I'm waiting for someone to get on.
So goodnight.
My dad wasn't going to tell me.
It really sucks, because my friend lives right down the road. Since we started senior year, it feels like I've been drifting slowly from my friends. Well not even really senior year, since this summer. I hate it.
When we move I probably won't have internet or phone for a while, and that's gonna suck. The internet is really the only way I can keep in contact with some people. sad
It seems like life is really starting to speed up. I'm going to a college to see if they would accept me and to see if I wanna go there on Saturday. They want me to bring some of my art, but I don't know about it anymore. I know for a fact that I'm not good enough to do it professionally, so I just told the guy I had already packed it away for the move. But it's okay I guess, I was going to try massage therapy instead.
If I go to college.
I probably won't though. Too much money and I really don't want to have to do that goal, like I said in the last entry.
Oh well. Might as well be hypocritical.
When I think back on it, it seems almost weird. Ever since I was four, I had always wanted to be a Marine Biologist. It was kinda funny. Then once I got into 8th grade I lost all ambition for it. And instead turned to art.
But my artwork is horrible, at least in my eyes. I cannot seem to come up with a style all my own. All my work is influenced by someone, mostly the person who taught me to draw. It seems pointless to pursue a career based on mimicry.
Senior year is going about as well as could be expected, I guess. My English 7-8 teacher is a bit... I don't know how to say it without being rude. She can't spell, and she's teaching us things that we learned in freshman year. It really bugs me to be re-taught how to write an essay in MLA format. When I've done at least two to four essays in that style for the past three school years. And the spelling...Well that always has bugged me. And she can't count, either, which sounds weird but it's true. She told us to write a paragraph and a half each day we have school, for a total of five paragraphs. But when you think about it, 1.5 times four is six.
But I guess beggars can't be choosers. All I have to do is finish the two classes I have this semester, and the two classes I have next semester, and then I'm done. Yay senior year.
I really wish I was back in freshman year.
Or even better eighth grade.
But oh well.
I think I'm done for tonight. I really just wanna curl up in my room, but I'm waiting for someone to get on.
So goodnight.
