I want to be a supermodel!

I'm so tired. I slept like a baby last night but it wasn't for long. A baby on drugs. I slept like a coked up kid, not a peep. When I got home, I immediately jumped into my mom's car and we went to pick up my sister. Then we went to the library, then we went home and I got changed and went back to school for....Fashion Show Try-outs. Can you believe it? I usually get comments from people telling me to buck up or that I'm anti-social. But really, I'm not. I'm like that in my own head. That's all. So I tried out because my friend convinced me that its our Senior Year and that we have nothing to lose and that we will regret it if we don't do it. Maybe I should say I will regret it. This whole high school career has been about cheating my way through classes, getting A's and B's in all these advanced courses. But I cheated myself in that I barely dedicated myself to them. I scraped by, and I scrape by well. And I cheated myself because I didn't give myself the chance to enjoy being in high school. Whatever whatever. This year anything goes. Unless I don't want it to. And there will be a good reason for that.