The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz
Gotta love a good waste of time.
I have an overwhelming need for a good old-fashioned online marathon. Like, being on for six hours straight, stopping only to eat, and then just putting on an away message while I do that. But, no. The rugrats are more irritating than ever this summer. And there's, what, seven weeks left? Dear Lord. As I type this, they're yelling and wrestling each other because they want to get on. They were on for, like, three hours this morning. In their pajamas. Which is against house rules. And Courtney is impossible to live with. I wasn't that difficult when I was 11. Then again, Courtney and I were never as close as she and Ryan are. I'm convinced that together, they will (a) contribute to my eventual insanity, (b) team up and kill me, or (c) both. If you lived with them, you'd know what I mean. The fact that murder is illegal is the only thing that keeps me from strangling them sometimes, I swear.
Rajni put up a new layout -- a real one this time. So cute. I can never see them quite right 'cause she designs for 1024x768, but they're still pretty.
Straight A's again. All year. I felt almost nothing when I looked at it. Maybe a little relief. I always think that this will be the one time where I stress about my grades, and there's actually a reason for that stress. It's like my rant; I just get so tired of it, you know? Not that I'm ungrateful for my good grades, but it's so predictable and boring.
College. Bleh. I scoff at them. But now I have the grades and the test scores (sort of). I'm kinda lacking on the activities side; no sports. Essays could trip me up. Interviews, too. You know, that itty bitty problem I have with being open and talking to people. And I have zero idea where I want to go. Am I being whiny? A bit. But I'm also being real. This is the critical summer following the critical year.
It's very difficult to do the things you have to do when there are so many other things you want to do.
I need to: Finish reading Lord of the Flies. Read Pride and Prejudice. Read a biography/autobiography/memoir. Write up notes and a critical review for those three books. Write a paper on a president whom I have yet to pick. Research colleges. Start my
I want to: Read Shopaholic Takes Manhattan, Shopaholic Ties the Knot, Second Helpings, Scribbler of Dreams, the Fearless books I'm ordering, and Speak. Organize all the magazine articles I've ripped out lately. Get Michelle Branch's new CD. Not have to stress so much over my relationship with Greg. Make a new, pretty, very functional layout for my blog. Move my blog somewhere where I can backdate entries. Download some of those old emails that are just taking up space. Burn a new mix CD. Get my driver's license. Take decent senior pictures. Not have to deal with the rugrats.
I will: Try desperately not to freak out or get depressed again. That's about the last thing I need.
