GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME.

Too lazy to change the song from the stupid High School Musical soundtrack to something good. BLAHHHH.

So instead of all that stuff on my To-Do List, I just read. And I finished reading the 300 pages I had left of the book, spent my whole day reading that....goodness.

--Ok. changed the damn song. OASIS- CHAMPAGNE SUPERNOVA.

I've deduced the book into something that needed a better plot, maybe a miracle...because it was so over the top, that I was somehow tired of reading it at the end because I knew how it was going to end...but hey...whatever. Who am I to talk? Because I am no book-selling author. I'm nowhere near that. Because all I can do is rant about my day and my life and my eyes. BLAH. BLAH. BLAH. You don't need it. Stop right here, if you care to.

I've been thinking about maybe minoring or double majoring in English. THAT'S SUICIDE, MIND YOU. Because not only will I be inundated with so much Science shit I'll probably consider killing myself more than twenty times a day, I will be doubly inundated with READING and stupid ESSAYS. But...I'm paranoid about the future, about having to come back to school and find what I really want to do. That's what I'm scared of. That after I finish college I'll still be saying "When I grow up..."

I had this substitute teacher who was pushing forty and looked like a surfer and he was still saying "When I grow up..." And I thought But you are grown up...But now I've decided that "grown up" is a state of mind, not a fixed age.

Anyway...since I'm boring you, I might as well keep boring you and post my schedule for this weekend:

Saturday:
-Take Chris to Great America at 9.
-Realistically, come home and sleep until 11 when I will shower, then
-12:30 pick Chris up.
-Come home...sit...maybe read for English.
-If I'm done with that, I'll probably nap until
-430 go to the city and grab Nicole and then go to work.
-Get off ridiculously early at 930, then drive home.
-Get home...eat maybe. Then contemplate whether or not to start that damn essay.

Sunday:
-Probably wake up around 11 when people start coming to our damn house. And I'll be scrambling to fix my room as well as get ready.
-If it's not raining, we'll hide eggs. It hasn't rained on Easter in a couple of years, so we won't know what to do if it doesn't. I remember one year, my dad hid eggs in the house. Yeah, that was hard. Haha...
-Answer questions about school, probably my lip, money, my job, herpes. Ya know...whatever.
-Watch them leave because it's Sunday and that means work. Or not? The kids have spring break, so Antoine and Jig will be staying here...
-Maybe work on my damn essay

Monday:
-Leave here to go to class.
-Class 10-11.
-Go home and scramble to finish my damn essay.
-Appointment with teacher at 3:15.
-Class at 4:10 (mock JEPET= IN-CLASS ESSAY= EW)
-Off at 7.

Then blah. Got stupid Psych to study for...do that stupid requirement for...go to tutoring for. And blah.

The 19th is Antoine's bday, and I think I'll be coming back here for that.

OF COURSE. If you read this far, I'm surprised. So...I'll give ya a nice hard slap later. Somehow this is irrelevant to someone. And it's just one huge BLAH. because lately these blogs have been uninspired and just really tired and just written because I like to hear myself type but I hate to read the shit that comes out of my head. As if it's a manuscript for a fucking novel or something.

AND. I'M CYNICAL! Sorry!!!! I'm more sunny when I'm around people, I promise.