Busyness
Looong weekend. The busy kind of long.
Friday: Star shots, pretty pregnant pictures, pretty real pictures, looking for prom dresses and finding random cute tops as well as a stunning gold dress, sending in my forms to all colleges interested (why do I feel like all my bridges are burned? maybe becuase they really are), going to study at Starbucks, deciding to write on the books I know really well (HoD, Lear, Cry) for the AP, taking that test again (counting imaginary stuff ;) ), etc.
Saturday: waking up to leave at 7 to go to CSULB to take a chem test till 3 that really has no relevance whatsoever, since I'm not going to chem camp and because I almost certainly wouldn't get there anyway, because I forgot a good deal of my chemistry. Finding out that yes, I'm into Santa Clara (finally) and that they gave me $8000 on merit. Too late; I already sent my stuff in. Watching Dead Poets Society. Crying. Finding out that people haven't seen it and inviting people over to see it.
Sunday: church in the morning, trying to (and being able to) postpone a Spanish AP practice test, going to youth group for a little while, going to the comissary (it's best if Mom stays far, far away), looking for a prom dress, finding a possibility. Staying up too late doing I forget what.
Monday: Scary, scary senior meeting with Mickey Mouse bumping and grinding, lurveness, finding out that Paul asked Julie and Ashlyn asked Eric to prom, getting permission to make up that practice test, losing semester finals (reeally bad!), going to chem, calling Aunt Delia and proposing the road trip (she has safety concerns; we'll talk later), going prom-dress shopping with Jamie, having Dad stop by and buy the dress (it's on layaway right now; he'll get it soon), helping Jennifer and Carolyn on Carolyn's prom dress, and heading back over. Checking email, and ignoring my lab. I still have prep work for it. Boooooooooooo. I really don't want to. And I need to wash my hair and I'm so tired.
So that's my last few days. I'm soooooo tired. I still have writing to do, and I won't have time. Booo. Maybe I'll just cut chem tomorrow. Grrrr....
Friday: Star shots, pretty pregnant pictures, pretty real pictures, looking for prom dresses and finding random cute tops as well as a stunning gold dress, sending in my forms to all colleges interested (why do I feel like all my bridges are burned? maybe becuase they really are), going to study at Starbucks, deciding to write on the books I know really well (HoD, Lear, Cry) for the AP, taking that test again (counting imaginary stuff ;) ), etc.
Saturday: waking up to leave at 7 to go to CSULB to take a chem test till 3 that really has no relevance whatsoever, since I'm not going to chem camp and because I almost certainly wouldn't get there anyway, because I forgot a good deal of my chemistry. Finding out that yes, I'm into Santa Clara (finally) and that they gave me $8000 on merit. Too late; I already sent my stuff in. Watching Dead Poets Society. Crying. Finding out that people haven't seen it and inviting people over to see it.
Sunday: church in the morning, trying to (and being able to) postpone a Spanish AP practice test, going to youth group for a little while, going to the comissary (it's best if Mom stays far, far away), looking for a prom dress, finding a possibility. Staying up too late doing I forget what.
Monday: Scary, scary senior meeting with Mickey Mouse bumping and grinding, lurveness, finding out that Paul asked Julie and Ashlyn asked Eric to prom, getting permission to make up that practice test, losing semester finals (reeally bad!), going to chem, calling Aunt Delia and proposing the road trip (she has safety concerns; we'll talk later), going prom-dress shopping with Jamie, having Dad stop by and buy the dress (it's on layaway right now; he'll get it soon), helping Jennifer and Carolyn on Carolyn's prom dress, and heading back over. Checking email, and ignoring my lab. I still have prep work for it. Boooooooooooo. I really don't want to. And I need to wash my hair and I'm so tired.
So that's my last few days. I'm soooooo tired. I still have writing to do, and I won't have time. Booo. Maybe I'll just cut chem tomorrow. Grrrr....