I can't believe how long her hair is getting. I haven't posted recently, have I? The last day of school is one week from today. It is a Monday because, in Wisconsin, we have these bizarre things called "snow days" that we think are fun at the time, but hate when we have to go to school one extra day in June and the weather is so nice outside. I think it is safe to say that my entire sophomore year was a failure. Granted that something amazing could happen in the next seven days, but looking at the quarterly trends, I wouldn't hold my breath. I will be an upperclassman soon. That could be a good thing. It doesn't look like a busy summer this year, but that's because I never plan more than two seconds ahead in the summer. We'll have to see. Next year I will not have a study hall. We might not see each other for awhile, I'm sorry. But back to the topic of sophomore slump. I am now a firm believer that the rule applies not only to music artists but also to teenagers like myself. 2007-08 Review. My hair went through metamorphosis, for the better. One of my friends got pregnant. Creative Dramatics was my favourite class and I miss it terribly. I misplaced a library book in October. I cannot do the Pacer test. I proved myself to be incapable of holding anyone's interest for more than two months. I did that thing where you don't date anyone because you are sure that that one boy likes you. I'm still not sure if that was an accurate analysis or not. However, I am relatively sure that he doesn't feel the same way anymore. I did not take AP US History. I read so many books that it was difficult to choose one to do my DEAR Project on. I had several mental breakdowns. I helped people through several more. I determined that I play the role of "friend that is extremely good at listening". I did not find anyone to play that role for me, and you can't star opposite yourself, can you?

Haven't listened to them in awhile. A conversation with someone yesterday reminded me to. My birthday is tomorrow. I am trying to not make a big deal about it but I am excited. I am the youngest of all of my friends, so no one else really is...turning sixteen is SO last October... I applied for a job one week ago from tomorrow. I wonder if they are going to call me. I think I should probably apply somewhere else. I am still writing my English paper. I am not quite done with my rough draft. I am still thinking about my birthday. I don't think that anyone I want to remember will actually remember it. Some of my friends probably will. Edit. Do I talk about birthdays too much? I just realised that almost all of my journal entries have something about someone's birthday in them. I don't know why I talk about them so much. Most of my friends don't even have fun on their birthdays. I have choir practice. I am probably going to skip it.

Nothing really to say, it's just right. So, I was thinking last night when I was painting my nails, light sparkle pink because my nails aren't shaped prettily and I don't like drawing a lot of attention to them. I was wondering why it is so easy to get ripped apart while being a teenager, and it's even easier to induce it upon yourself. Not me personally, I mean I suppose I've had my fair share of heart-wrenching but at least I'm able to put those things behind me...or at least to the side of me. I just get worried about people who don't, because that means that it's still in front of them. I used to live in Summerlin, NV, which is a suburb directly west of Las Vegas. It's a nice place, maybe a little nice for my standards but still alright. I've also been thinking about cutting my hair, and why "it's just how guys are" is an acceptable answer to everything. I don't think it should be. But that's possibly just how girls are. Edit. Today is my friend's friend David's birthday, so happy birthday, David.

Something about it is just so alluring. It's closer to chorally accurate. I like Brendan's voice on this version. Again I'm in school, this time writing a research paper. It's on methadone clinics as treatment for heroin addiction. I have to make 15 note cards that were due yesterday. Well, only 8 now, since I did 7 this morning. Does that add up to fifteen? There's a boy over there whose hair reminds me of another boy I know, it kind of makes me happy. His birthday is one month from today.

Before they were Say Hi. Anyways, I've been a member of SongMeanings for some time now, I figure it's about time to finally do this. My friend is next to me looking up chords for the Red Hot Chili Peppers and I'm in my study hall at the moment. My shirt is too small and I feel slightly constricted, I guess she wants to impress a boy that she cares about since he's a big fan. I had a lot of bruises on my back yesterday but I think they're gone now. For some reason Say Hi To Your Mom puts me in this type of mood. It's good music to listen to on the highway at night, anyway. Edit. I forgot to re-read this and posted it before I realised it sounded absent.