Time flies by fast.
I remember just last year when I made a post about how much love I felt for 2012, when we all took the steps from the seniors in our Moose Lee shirts and 2012 headbands, and now, just like that, it’s the juniors in their Beeyonce and Jay-Zebra shirts taking the steps away from us. Just a week and a few days left of school, which is scary. Only a number of days before we’re officially done with high school and are considered alumni. It’s so surreal because this is what we’ve all been working towards, but right now, I sort of want to stay in this moment for a while longer. It feels like there’s not enough time to appreciate everything in my final days as a high school senior.
After waiting a while for nice weather and planning it for some time, I finally asked Ivy out to prom! It was funny considering she was mad just yesterday when I told her I wasn’t going to ask. As much as she says she would be okay if I didn’t ask her in a creative way, I know that she wouldn’t be.
I exploited my little sibs and made them each make a letter to spell out “Ivy will you go to prom with me?” Despite the fact that they’re not all artists, I really appreciated their efforts. They were really into it too. And I guess other eighth graders were as well, since they joined in, even though I didn’t know them at all. I think part of it was because they thought we’re going out and they must’ve stalked my profile pictures or something, because one of them said to me, “You guys have been going out for five years right?” Probably in reference to one of the captions where I jokingly said, “An attractive couple since 2008.” And I felt bad for asking so many people to do so many things for me (and I felt even worse when they were visibly frustrated), so thank you guys so, so much for helping me out in leading Ivy to the courtyard or finishing the signs last minute or buying the flowers while I was still in class. I’ll bake more lemon squares for you guys.
See, Ivy? I’m capable of pulling cheesy stuff off.
I fell asleep again gdit. Meaning I’m the only one who hasn’t done his RCG paper.
oh god I’m gonna cry. ;~;
When I grow up, I dream to have..
an oven.
omfg, these brownies taste awful. I don’t know what I did wrong. I followed the instructions and stuck them in the brownie maker. Don’t tell me I invested in this brownies bar maker for nothing. Maybe I’ll make them from scratch instead of using mix when I have time.
I can’t feed these to my sibs tomorrow. If there were an FDA for my baked goods, these would fail their tests.
Too.
Humid.
To.
Function.
Jesus Christ, I just woke up with some unidentifiable black bug crawling next to my ear, buzzing really loudly and when I tried to kill it with the closest thing to me—the graduation speeches—IT WOULDN’T DIE. AND THEN I LOOK A FEW INCHES TO MY RIGHT, AND THERE’S ANOTHER FREAKING BUG THAT’S GREEN. WHAT THE HELL.
I went into the college application process thinking I did a good amount with respect to my extracurricular activities, and stuck with what I was interested in. I took part in the athletic program, volunteered when I wanted to, pursued what I was interested in and explored new fields for the experience. But looking through this list of awards and thinking about what other people have accomplished, I think after I graduate and go to college, I want to stretch myself even more. It’ll probably be even harder and I’m sure I’ll have a difficult time following through with what I’m saying but I feel like there’s so much more than I can do but haven’t done yet.
Because I’m much more aware of the long term effects of what I do (as in, I know that I’ll also be applying to grad school and hopefully get in), I’ll try to be proactive but prioritize well enough so I don’t overstretch.
Here’s hoping I can do it.
Finished reading five selected readings and a few salutation speeches and picked the top three that I liked. I don’t know why someone would choose a reading from Hitler (or rather, Charlie Chaplin playing Hitler). The text itself is fine (and longer than some of the speeches) but Hitler might not be the most appropriate figure to cite. Can you imagine when the person is introduced during graduation? “Now, reading an excerpt from Charlie Chaplin playing Hitler…”
Just ten more class speeches to read through…