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Wow... so I was thinking, "It's almost 12 o'clock on a Tuesday night and I'm not sleepy at all. So what should I do? I know! Write in my live journal that I always forget exists and ramble on for about 3 or 4 paragraphs about my confusing, over-dramatized life." Yea... that's what I'll do...
So there's 3 days of school left for me. I have a physics final for Lombardo, which I'm gunna suck wind on, and 2 Graduation practices. (which I keep calling them parade practices like the band fag that I am.) So then that's it for my highschool career. Crazy, huh?
Ok. I've come to the conclusion that everyone is stupid. lol. Even if you tell someone twice over, they will continue to believe what they wanna believe. Speaking of which, nothing happened between me and Joe at O'Connell's house. Whatever little wager anyone had going was stupid. And Kristin, if you're reading this, you do not owe Greg mashed potatoes! Nothing happened! I think it's funny and people are just ridiculous. Just like some new kid at my work the other day came up to me and said "Hey, I heard you had sex in a Wawa parking lot!" Haahahahaha! Ok, cuz that's my idea of fun on a Saturday night and I have so many guys that I call up just for the occasion. Jeez... I would atleast have the decency to do it in private... but whoever started the little rumor didn't even give me the benefit of the doubt... or even a car! Apparently I did it right on the ground in the middle of everything! Silly kids.
Which I guess, brings me to my next topic. I have only 77 more days left til I leave for St. John's. Man, where has the time gone? There's a part of me that wants to stay and go to OCC for 2 years, but then I think, "What is there for me here?" I mean, all I'm dealing with is not even highschool drama... but like 7TH GRADE drama. I wouldn't be able to deal with this for any longer than I have to. Besides, I need a fresh start. I'm tired of people somehow knowing (or thinking they know) about me before they really do. I think I've started to mature a lot more because of all this. Getting ready for college and preparing for life ahead has set me apart from some people I used to consider my friends. Then you realize that now they were only your friends because they were in the same classroom or in band or what sport you're in. Now it's like I only call up who I really wanna talk to or hang out with the people I actually have fun with. And all those other people can say what they want, think what they want, it's fine. Nothing phases me anymore.
Ok. so the ramblings have officially ended. A half hour later and I am still bored stiff. I could go about writing about my real personal life, but I do not feel the need to. I told one person something very personal and important to me and they went around and told someone else... friend count minus 1. So whatever. I think I'm done for the night.
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