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| This is a synopsis of my life today.
Ran the mile in a respectable amount of time.
Took and beasted the AP Psychology exam.
Baked a cake with the girlies.
OH and won a $10,000 a year for four years to the college of my choice. HOLY SHIT.
What this means: Ramapo costs $24,000 for my freshman year. I received $14,000 for my freshman year between the state and federal governments. This scholarship (from Teagle btw) is $10,000 for freshman year and so I will pay nothing for my freshman year in college. Since I can only get poorer in the following years I am confident the state and fed will provide again for my sophomore junior and senior years. HOLY SHITTTT!!! I love myself.
Also I'm not even done because I won at least one senior award. SOMEONE PINCH ME!
Ultimately this means, to me, that instead of being in double debt with grad school, I'll just be in single debt to get my phD. Teeeheeeheeeheeeheeeeee!
I can't stop doing victory laps.
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| I'M GOING TO DISNEY WORLD.
I'm leaving today to go to the most magical place on Earth with my babyboy and co. and I'm just short of jumping up and down with excitement.
PEACE OUTTTT.
P.s. You love my all CAPS posts. =P | | |
| Sometimes I truly wonder if I should ever get married. Is it really a good idea? I’ve already decided that I’m less equipped than most because I didn’t have the luxury of growing up, observing and learning from a working marriage. But to add to the cons of getting married, the majority of the messages put forth by the media, television, radio, and pop culture in general is that marriages lead to cheating and divorce. Who wants to promise him or herself to someone they love only to find out the other would rather betray you and stab you in the back in the most intimate of ways. Dear goodness it’s nauseating. Is it even practical to think one person can be satisfied and content with just one other person for what could end up being over fifty years? Is it humanly possible for a person not to get bored?? I certainly can’t answer these questions. And I'm much too young to be this jaded but oh well. Maybe I should go back to Dr. Fischer.
Oh to ligher topics:
I GOT MY PROM DRESS. Kaivan, the caps are necessary. Oh my gosh, this dress is beautiful. It’s perfect. I won’t even try to describe it because no words I can articulate could ever do it justice.
I remember when I was about five years old, my mom took me outside to watch one of my neighbors with all of her friends as they stood outside with their dates to take pictures. There was one girl in particular who I thought looked stunning. She was wearing a peach dress and she pretty much looked like a goddess to my young eyes. I vowed that I would look at beautiful for my senior prom and vowed to have the perfect peach dress. Be it a self-fulfilling prophecy, fate, or whatever you would like to call it, I have the perfect peach gown. I am infinitely thrilled. The only thing I’m worried out it that it has to be altered (damn my bust to hell! Oh and it has to be hemmed too). I am so happy!!!!!!!!!!
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| 93 on Lit quiz. Boosts my confidence to rewrite this damned essay. Cool beans.
Got honored at the Tri-M induction for being a three year member and got honored with my honey for being great people.
I often wish I could judge and react to us as a couple through the perspectives of other people. I wonder how they perceive us. I know no one could understand us. But what do they think? Are they disgusted? Jealous? Indifferent? I know people in our Latin class hate us, but fuck them. I love my boyfriend, excuse me for holding his hand.
I've fallen behind in my exercising and it depresses me immensely. Yet I've lost eight pounds. Damn son. =)
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| So my essay grades in Lit are always mediocre. This is so frustrating because I am used to being good at everything. Usually, if I practice and actually try, I get better and succeed. But with essay writing, apparently, this is not the case. Damn it. My ability to analyze poetry has improved tremendously. My ability to analyze books is still on the rise...I have good days and bad. But no matter what the topic, my in school essays are so average, while I can manage to get As on essays I write at home. At first I wondered if I am just better at writing essays on poems, but then I realized the only difference between when I'm proud of my grade and when I'm not is where I wrote the damned thing.
I am very frustrated. Especially when I'm practicing and trying so hard.
I am not a writer.
So now I'm wondering if that means I am correct in thinking I'll do well in behavioral sciences since most people say you excel in either language or science. But then I remembered experimental scientists are supposed to be detail oriented and I'm really not...Shit. Maybe I'm not supposed to be a neuropsychologist. Maybe I should become a therapist...But Cognitive Psychology is so interesting!!! Oi. I can't wait to get to college.
In other news, I think my boobs got bigger. Again! I thought they were supposed to get smaller after you start working out...My body = fail.
This post is fragmented and random. No wonder I'm such crap at Lit. | | |
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