Well it Goes Like This, the 4th the 5th

Yo bloggers,

So, my journalism teacher is asking us to keep a blog/journal/...thing, for a few weeks, and I figured I might as well forward it to this lovely blogggg, for the non-existent people that actually read it.

I was gonna make my first entry super interesting and insightful and long and blah blah blah...but today was the deadline for submitting college apps. And, me being the super duper procrastinator that I undoubtedly am...still in the process of completing them. Taking a quick break, because the UC sight is down-meaning, UCLA and UCSB apps may never make it...which, honestly, isn't a big deal. I'm applying to those schools more for my parents' pride than for my own interest. I'm pretty sure I won't get into iether of them, and I'm honestly not interested in iether anymore. We'll see...

I just sent in four apps...whoa, what is this? Wasn't it just yesterday that I was six and swore I'd be the smartest person and get into all the 'big' schools and study to be a teacher for the blind? Where did freshman year go? You know, when I thought sending college applications in was some scary intimidating tale of the future? :O
Now come the months of constantly being in a panic about not getting into anywhere and being a failure in the eyes of my parents-and everyone else-and...ewiorfgdjklh.
I'm paranoid...
i'm also hungry, but that's irrelevant.
I can hear Hannah Montana in the background...not very rellivant iether...

Enough rambling, i'm gonna go show my dad that I did indeed actually end up applying for college.
he hath little faith.
pfft, just because I waited until 3 hours before the deadline...
Damn,
okay, maybe that wasn't the smartest thing to do.

But hey, I actually applied, so Hah.
College...freaky stuff. When I was little i thought the day when I *had* to apply would never come.
I'm a big kid noww!!

...And this is the most psychotically ADD blog I've ever written.
How's that for my intro journal entry, Mrs. Z?

Peace out
xoxo

PS: Totally missed most of tonight's OTH because of this stuff (or my extreme procrastination...whichever). FAIL.

So Tell Me Little Bird

So…I could say that holy crap today sucked like none other, but that’d just sound a little too pesamistic.
Just a little bit..

I could lie and say that the thing that ruined my day the most today wasn’t Kate’s show being cancelled, but that would be a lie. It kinda sucks.
And by kinda I mean, Damnitholyfuckthisreallysucksruinedmymonth…

Here’s hoping for another tour in the near (very near) future. Honestly concerts are one of the few things I look forward too…so weioghghdfjkl I’m pathetic, get over it.
Let’s try some happy stuffs, yes? It’s November..aka almost Christmas. That’s…happy-ish. I’m Kate’s fan of the week….yay. Sammie sent me a Brooke White autograph; LOVE. My French teacher wasn’t here today, that kind of made me happy too, not gonna lie. Tres magnifique.

Since there’s no show tomorrow ( :/ ), I get to talk myself into going for another French tutoring session, because evidently I epically fail at school…like most other things. At least I beasted that last test.
My fabulous (fabulous in the I.can’t.stand.him. sense) rehab councelor called…guess who’s back, back again…
I’m almost done with filling out college apps, and one is out-of-state. I think the reason my parents want me to stay in Cali-one of the reasons-is that they want me to go to s school in which I know people…and I get it, but the thing is, no matter where I go, it’ll basically be starting over. I literally don’t talk to a single person at school enough to consider them a friend…feel free not to laugh. I know there are other reasons, but I really really just wanna get out of here and travel and be somewhere completely new for a while.
I’m watching Jon and Kate +8 with mom at the moment…damn this show is depressing. Aaaand I’m chatting with Ali. My KV peoples make me happy, I’d seriously lose my mind if not for them.

*scatter-brained pointless post* I don’t feel like writing any thing with substance, I just feel like crying and wallowing in self-pity for a little bit longer, k? Awesome.