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| In roughly two days, i will once again wake myself up at the crack of dawn to go to school.
it's not that i don't like school. not really, anyway.
i just don't like waking up at 6 AM
i also don't like staying up until 6 AM finishing my work.
i wish there was a way to learn without all the stress.
and with junior year quickly approaching, all of the anxiety for my future is starting to really take a toll.
this is the year, according to everyone and their mother's mothers. this is the year of all the tests, this is the year colleges look at.
this is the year that basically determines the rest of our lives.
so excuse me if i'm not totally jazzed
what if i've suddenly lost the ability to...think.
or comprehend or absorb any type of information?!
great, i'm already wigged.
it's just a little scary not knowing what the future holds.
i suspect that this summer history homework is just a way of mrs. burgin getting out of teaching us this stuff. she probably doesn't find it very interesting so she doesn't feel like talking about it.
i find it interesting. i wish she would teach us. i like history
they stopped wishing
there was no work for stars | | |
| every once in a while i start jonesing for the blogosphere, and not just myspace where it's optional.
and i would totally keep this habit up, except for a few little details
i don't really feel like writing novels on my emotions, because they're usually tainted with some form of teen angst.
i'm not interesting enough to write about something truly fascinating and out of the ordinary
and i'm not intellectual enough to write about something intensely profound.
so what's left?
my awesome hair, of course!!
it's not that great, i need to get it cut. =]
i do have one new guilty pleasure though, MTV's The Hills!!
you would imagine, that after being out of highschool for like, 3 years, all of these immensely flat (in personality, not....you know.) characters still manage to have the same kind of drama!
i can't just NOT watch. the prolonged silences make it riveting, who knows what someones going to do next?! probably a twirl of blonde hair and a roll of the eyes, ah, marvelous.
i can't wait to see what happens with audrina and justin-bobby.
i'm entirely ashamed to admit that i hope their relationship crashes and burns only because i want justin-bobby for myself.
SERIOUSLY.
if you look beyond his annoying eyebrow twitch, his constant burping, and general asshole-osity.
he. is. wonderful. he's like, johnny depp's nephew. *swoon*
besides, audrina wears entirely too much makeup all the time. if she would just like wipe off 7/8 of it, she'd look so much better.
so uh, i guess that's it? back to the summer homework that's so vague it barely qualifies as any type of an assignment!
huzzah! | | |
| a ladybug landed on me today
i hope that brings me luck =]
i'm feeling very...content.. today.
i want to wrap myself in a sheet and sit on the porch and paint or something, though i don't REALLY like painting and i also don't particularly feel like being sheet-naked either.
i hope everyone is having as GOOD of a good friday as i am
<3 | | |
| lines of things always come to me at the worst possible times. like when i really want to fall asleep, but i know i'll forget them when i wake up in the morning.
the silver city
same story, different girl.
call her whatever you want because she has no name.
by choosing this destiny she has lost her identity, signed it away in the fine print.
the ambiguity of her past reveals nothing but her obvious shame in the humble beginnings that Hollywood producers fabricate for millions.
it's obvious that she is thirsty for glamour,
her eyes shining like the gloss of the magazine pages she studied so intently.
little does she realize that her beloved city merely reflects the state of the millions that it houses.
the imitation of beauty using cheap materials to complete the picture.
plastic in the place of marble and glass for diamonds.
we're living in a cardboard society.
the collapse is inevitable.
-s.l.
i actually like the movies that hillary duff stars in. they're cute. | | |
| reading back to like last year...
i sounded like a total idiot. good job stephanie!!! yess
so i have a question, if you go to the gym and you bring like a towel with you or whatever, do you call it a SWEAT RAG?! because that is DISGUSTING.
i can't do ANYTHING today because harrison and i aren't getting along [harrison is my stomach].
i never figured out all these xanga features, what the heck are NUDGES? and how do you add friends and why do you want to?
SOMEONE TELL ME.
oh i miss blogging, and how lovely it all was.
myspace makes you stupid and self-aborbed. all you do is sit around and leave comments for each other telling each other how awesome you are.
great, i already know how awesome i am. ;)
my dog doesn't like it when i watch him when he itches. i think he feels exposed.
i yet again, need something serious to write about. it exercises my brain. | | |
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