^we come as romans.
i hate it whenever i get on here with some magnificent idea of what i'm going to write about... then as soon as the page is pulled up, i struggle to find some good lyrics for a title. this week has been very random for me. at some points i feel as if i've been sitting in school for a decade, and then days like today- i wonder what happened to monday and tuesday! for anyone who has not yet discovered her talents because of any sort of reason, LISA TWITTY IS AMAZING. hardly do i ever understand the algebra 2 lesson when it's actually being taught (even though i don't know if you'd call it teaching by you know who) and this woman will stay 3 hours after school with you to be sure you understand it. she's a gift to camden high school, and my right brained self. today was just, stressful to say the least though. huuuuuge benchmark tomorrow, which i've yet to study for... thanks, blogger. just a bunch to catch up on as well, outside of school. and that was my day- boring. boring. boring.
SO! is this personal life time? maybe some people are hoping so... i have a few notes-to-self:
1. stop eating out at wendy's for lunch so much. please and thanks, your favorite pair of jeans.
2. remember to go running everyday. not every week or so. or month.
3. study for benchmark once finished with this list.
4. STOP. BEING. SO. GULLIBLE.
5. next time a guy is realy, really nice- 2nd guess him.
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anywho, i'm tired of school being so stressful. it's terrible. i just want high school over and done with. i want to start a new, fresh, different life in college. a life where people shall get to know me for ME. not from what every single stupid person in this hick town has to say. i'm almost 100% positive i've said this before, but seriously, "sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you." excuse my french, mademoiselle, but i call bull shit on that one. i do my best to stand up for people because i know what it's like to have rumors spread about you, so don't try and tell me i don't. it's hell. it's scary. it's embarrassing. it's humiliating. it's obnoxious. it's mean. next time, watch what you say... it could be the death of someone.
^a little much? eh... maybe. [:
i feel like a spokesperson from some anti-teen-suicide commercial. it really didn't sound that hokey whenever i was typing it out, trust me. <3
p.s. thanks for 1,000 views, everybody- it means a lot to know that some people do care enough to read my random thoughts.
until next time, xoxo.
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