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holy shit, it's August already? Where the hell did my summer go? I mean, it always seems to just fly by, but I've been so fucking busy and it honestly still feels like June...
so i've pretty much just been working and going to class, you know, the usual. I have a feeling that that class and I will meet again, sometime in the very near future. I love the fact that I hate math..and it really seems to be all I do.
Anyways, things are pretty good, and I'm going to bed now...I love you all :)
So I'm sitting in the library at tech and it definetly looks like someone sneezed all over this computer screen...it's kind of killing my appetite.
Anyway. Skinny dipping and sitting on the top of Tommy's car until like 3 in the morning pretty much made my life on Saturday night...I was crawling out of my skin. Yesterday was just bad though, I was exhausted and hot and kind of hated everything. Hopefully today wil be...better, if not actually good.
I think this song was written for me.
so...having four teeth ripped out of your head at once is just not a good time. the past four days have mostly consisted of me taking various pills and passing out on the couch. and tommorow i get to jump back into normal life by starting my super-fun (um no) tech class.
me not being completely thrilled with this summer is freaking me out. i was so worn down and thoroughly sick of everything to do with school by the time it got out, summer seemed like the perfect solution but so far it's been kind of...blah. I don't know. Maybe this is just my frame of mind after being housebound for nearly four days.
oh, and i had a rather long talk with Walikainen last Tuesday night. It was just...good. It seems like I can never just let anything go, so being able to talk to him about it was pretty much the solution. it seems like we cleared a lot of things up to, about...everything. it's been almost a year, so i guess it's really never to late...
i should probably take some more pills and go to bed so i'm all chipper and fresh for two hours of math first thing in the morning tommorow. ughh.
um, yeah. so i've had plenty of opportunities to update since i got back from d.c. on thursday night, but i've just been too lazy/busy. The judges at nationals didn't like our documentary too much, they seemed to think that Woodstock wasn't a very legitimate topic...and I was really nervous and not really prepared for their questions, Jen was able to just b.s. her way through them but she was nervous too. Needless to say, we didn't make it to the next round of judging or whatever...which was fine with us, because we got to wander around the city. It was a good time. maybe i'll post pictures...eventually.
Friday was Charlotte's birthday lunch/the Bridgefest parade...it wasn't quite as bad as I thought it would be, but I wasn't at all sad that it would be my last year. It still hasn't really hit me that i'm actually going to be a senior. It's just so wierd.
Yesterday I chilled with Tommy and Kristin, always a good time. (We watched Ghost World, which kind of depresses me every time I watch it...but I still like it.)
Obviously I've been spending ridiculous amounts of time with Zac, but he was camping with his family today (and Charlotte's at band camp) and I probably could have found something to do...but that didn't happen. So I went grocery shopping for my mom, went to the library in search of my paycheck that apparently doesn't exist yet, and spent the rest of my time watching crap TV and listening to the Doors. It's defintley summer.
my work schedule is pretty irregular, and that sucks. maybe i need money. Getting your wisdom teeth pulled also sucks, or so i've heard. I'm really, really dreading Thursday. *shudder* I'll pretty much be on drugs for the next few days, so feel free to call me or something and get a kick of how out of it I am.
i think it's unhealthy how preoccupied with the past i am, and how i feel the need to always be comparing what happened on this day last year or two years ago or whatever. i guess may and june are always really pivotal for me, and it's strange that they weren't as much this year. this year has just been different...in general.
anyways. i love you all.
Highlights of Junior Year
Kicking ass in Quiz Bowl...sort of :P
"Metamorphoses"...'nough said
My Zachary.
Mr. Smith...most fantastic teacher ever.
Tommy, Kristin, and the Houghton Clan in general.
Being geniunely happy...most of the time.
Ani Difranco, Rilo Kiley, PJ Harvey, Gordo Gringo, The Doors, Rise Against and all the other fantastic shit I discovered this year. ("discovered with a lot of help from tommy" would probably be more accurate...)
Joining KAJB and being a killer awesome jazz drummer (HAH yeah right...maybe someday)
Bossing the percussion section around
Jen and I making our sweet ass documentary
and last but not least...growing as a person, in general.
Lowlights...
A tragic lack of illicit substances...
Realizing that I will never, ever be good at skiing
Spanish...like it's actually hard...what is that
Occaisional general rage at the people in our school
my puppy dying.
My mom being anal. Having to drive her car.
A little drama isn't bad every once in a while...but there was just none.
...i think that's about it
Wow, it's really over. Part of me is like "thank god, i'm done with another year in that shithole" and another part of me is thinking that it's all happening so fast...it seems like this year was gone in the blink of an eye, and next year won't be any different. It's so bizarre to think about. Maybe it still hasn't really sunk in.
But enough of that. Bring on the summer.
i'm glad that this has pretty much been the shittiest week in a long time. the weather was so beautiful and i just could not focus on homework for the life of me, it ended up taking me about three hours to do it everything because I kept getting ADD and wandering off. consequently i spent about no time with zac...it was just an especially lonely week, but it's spring and i should be happy.
wednesday was the worst...i don't know. i guess it's just kind of a kick in the ass when someone you thought would never let you down does, and you realize that things might never go back to the way they used to be.
oh yeah, and i'm still jobless...because apparently I'm just not up to ShopKo's standards, even though I thought my interview went well. So the search begins again. Ugghhh. I really, really hate not having a job.
So, graduation this weekend...it's so bizarre that it will be us next year, and all the people i've come to know over the years will be gone from the school forever. [deep thoughts about life]
...i had more...but i'm going to bed.
sometimes i'm so afraid of being boring and ordinary that it's almost paralyzing. i just don't like myself very much, in general, i get so convinced that i'm not loud enough or funny enough or interesting enough. maybe if i went to a school where i actually fit in and had a whole slough of people that were more like me i wouldn't feel so displaced all the time...i don't know. none of this will really matter after highschool ends, there will be no more cliques and petty drama. i try to remind myself of this every day but i do still have a year left of this bullshit. i honestly can't even handle school right now, i get so impatient just sitting in a desk for seven hours in a row and i can't stop myself from glancing at the clock every five minutes. i just want it to be summer so badly, the thought of it is really the only thing that's cheering me up right now. knowing my luck it will probably suck, and i don't even want to get my hopes up but i can't help it.
and i miss angela. and there's a giant fucking hole in my life and i can't fix it, i don't even know where to start. and i know that people grow apart and change and i think i've done a pretty fucking excellent job of letting it go thusfar, but maybe i can't do it anymore. i'm not self-sufficient at all, and that's just one more thing i hate about myself.
we can't reverse the world tonight
while all the lost dance in the light
i know my heart is dry
i only live 'cause i don't know how to die
and on the avenue you wait, i love your hands, i love your face...
and on the avenue you wait,
with your black coat and old suitcase
i love your dream, please keep it safe.
gordo gringo, "old suitcase"