So. Life. Life is progressing.
Art projects are coming along well. Four of the six are now finished, so I'm all on schedule and stuff. I finally have an idea for the fifth, so I just need to get a reference photo for that and for the sixth. Aaaand then I'm done.
Gah. It's already April 14th. What the hell, school year?! Last time I checked, Christmas was only a few weeks ago. And what do you mean my senior buddies are graduating? Psshaw.
ACTs and the PSAE are next week [23rd and 24th]. Fuuuuun. I didn't take the prep sessions, as I was told by an extremely reliable source that I was not the type to need to take them. Also, I just don't have the money. ._.; But I did bring home the study booklets we got. That's a start.
Along with next week hosting Earth Day, 'gome's birthday, and my first time busing tables, next Friday is prom. Yes, prom, that I'm not going to to! You'd be amazed at how many people went 'YOU'RE NOT GOING?!'. To which it's like...I dunno.
I don't like dancing - in other words, grinding. I don't like to "dance" for hours upon hours on end. Bor-ing. Plus, I wouldn't have a date, which is a bit of an awkward thing no matter how many people [mostly folks that are dating] say you don't need one/it's more fun to go alone.
You ever wonder what in the heck you do wrong?
Sorry sorry, this is turning emo and angsty, which I hate doing and/or dumping on you folks. But really...what on Earth am I doing wrong in the fact that I've never had a boyfriend? That I've never won a contest? That I just can't get any better at things? I'm going on seventeen years of a mediocre and lonely existence. Ouch.
Gah I'm starting to cry. Hang on.
I'm not really liking this time. Everyferakin'one is talking about prom - what they're wearing, who they're sitting with, how they're getting there, photos, post-prom, and random parties the following day. And as I sit there - the person who, ironically, designed the prom ticket - I just remain silent and try to look like I'm in a good mood while on the inside, I really just want to rip out their throats and have them shut up about this Goddamn dance.
*huff huff*
...
Buh.
