Lament.
Today was a bad day. Worse than usual. Listening to Sarah McLachlan's Fallen on the car ride home, I decided that there are a few things that I need sometimes. 1) To be alone; 2) To listen to a song; 3) To be free. Garabedian's tardy policy is folly. Folly. His multiple choice is folly. His supplement is folly. No time to finish math, because I had a piano lesson that I didn't even want to go to. I waited for forty-five minutes for my parents in front of the flag pole where Fuel's Bad Day subtly slipped into my mind. Not a cloud in the sky--a perfect day to shoot a beach scene.
It's an indescribable feeling when things become difficult after they've come naturally to you for the longest time. No matter what they say, no matter what they tell you, senior year is the worst year.
All that carpe diem stuff--it's harder than it sounds. I seize and seize, but to no avail. Each day seems just as insignificant as the next. Updating reminds me that nobody likes my primitive layout. The one with a million cells. I did it just to fit pictures from formal on. Probably've all already seen, but oh well. Yoinked from Planet Emily. [what i hear is, these pictures are great. mainly cuz of the girl standing next to me, i assume.]
