Time to just kinda...like...idk...
not looking for sympathy, just don't feel like actually pulling out my journal and physically writing it, so it's kinda just a moment to vent...
overworked...?
check.
tired...?
check.
wana new environment...?
check...times five million.
school? psh...prison. i've heard time and time again senior year is the best year of high school. right now it's following behind junior year, which was the suckiest and worst year of my teenage life so far...i think. not gonna take the time to remember worse.
taking 2 ap classes and another that's worth college credit...in art, one of my ap classes...sure, i try to work in class but when i can't finish it and bring it home...oh geez...too bad...fuck that i gotta work on english ap, which is a college course running on a high school schedule without even 1/8 of the resources or the ability to stay at a facility later than 8;30 at night. oh yeah, and it's totally probable that they have english every day in collge...psh, not. at least five classes a semester, maybe more for me since i wana double major. so far, i'm seeing college as being easier where i can pace myself and actually have time to do shit.
i'm so tired of traveling an hour every day to and from school, tired of most of my friends being in college, and i'm tired of the people i see every day in the school i'm currently in. some of my good friends i don't even see in classes, then other times i feel entirely left out. then...then i've got the friends that make snide comments to me and bitch at me inconspicuously and i get nailed for it when i retort...so much fun.
at least that's not that frequent.
my sanity is left with G! i swear, girl...i need you to survive this year o.O and it's only october...
i need summer with aldersgate...or...skip aldersgate, i got sick of that shit when they took advantage of me at work and called me a fucking racist for referring to myself as aryan. i'm a god damned blonde haired, blue eyed, anglo saxon, white person...of course i'm genetically aryan...fuckers...make me a camper with the sailers again, this time i don't want to be in charge of their lives, they know how to handle themselves...we know how to handle ourselves. bring back the cape cod bike camp where i can go up to MA and chill on a bike all week and see provincetown again! god i loved those people, they knew how to have a good time. even as a little kid i could see that.
give me back the people who really got it, and bring back a little of the old times along with some new and a fresh, clean and untainted slate...