1. ENGLISH THIS SEMESTER Get 82970593 points on everything (which really isn't hard) so I don't have to read all those pages on literature and bomb the comp. Or not bomb, but just not TRY so I can focus on other classes I suck at.
2. THIS WEEKEND Friday - Swim till 4:30, TS practice till 7, go to Tallmouse to buy posterboards, make up math / APHG notes, FINISH COLLEGE PROJECT ZOMFG, SLEEEEEP Saturday - PRACTICE VIOLIN SOLO; Go to F21 to buy gold dress for TS, then wear that to the party? Maybeee; my closet's too empty anyways. Sunday - TS practice + dress rehearsal, then Izzy's/my house for postermaking, then SCHOOL for putting them up (maybe?) effff my life
3. SLEEPSCHEDULE unless it's a special occasion, don't sleep past 11. Sleep early and WAKE up early; you're guaranteed to get more hours of sleep like that.
I don't even know if I should try anymore. Everything's just falling apart and coming together and falling apart all over again. I HATE this cycle it's killing me and it doesn't stopppp please go away! I can't believe I'm so stupid and careless and uncaring towards important things and it just pays back and when it does it HURTS and it stings and it leaves such a burning mark I'd do anything to go back and change everything. I wish I could look forward to the future and stop regretting my past, but my past IS my future; what I do now basically shapes what I will and what I CAN do later on. So there's no way I CAN'T worry.
OKAY SCREW IT I'm so sick and tired of myself complaining. -_- Geez Alice get a grip! Mkay see you guys I promise I'll be better. I just checked NYU's average GPA and I guess I still have hope. (: As long as I stop this trend of getting bad grades, that is...
ANYWAYS I'm going to finish my Hall questions, type up my final, copy chem notes, do my math homework, study for human, yaaay school! Bye. (:
1. ENGLISH THIS SEMESTER Get 82970593 points on everything (which really isn't hard) so I don't have to read all those pages on literature and bomb the comp. Or not bomb, but just not TRY so I can focus on other classes I suck at.
2. THIS WEEKEND Friday - Swim till 4:30, TS practice till 7, go to Tallmouse to buy posterboards, make up math / APHG notes, FINISH COLLEGE PROJECT ZOMFG, SLEEEEEP Saturday - PRACTICE VIOLIN SOLO; Go to F21 to buy gold dress for TS, then wear that to the party? Maybeee; my closet's too empty anyways. Sunday - TS practice + dress rehearsal, then Izzy's/my house for postermaking, then SCHOOL for putting them up (maybe?) effff my life
3. SLEEPSCHEDULE unless it's a special occasion, don't sleep past 11. Sleep early and WAKE up early; you're guaranteed to get more hours of sleep like that.
I don't even know if I should try anymore. Everything's just falling apart and coming together and falling apart all over again. I HATE this cycle it's killing me and it doesn't stopppp please go away! I can't believe I'm so stupid and careless and uncaring towards important things and it just pays back and when it does it HURTS and it stings and it leaves such a burning mark I'd do anything to go back and change everything. I wish I could look forward to the future and stop regretting my past, but my past IS my future; what I do now basically shapes what I will and what I CAN do later on. So there's no way I CAN'T worry.
OKAY SCREW IT I'm so sick and tired of myself complaining. -_- Geez Alice get a grip! Mkay see you guys I promise I'll be better. I just checked NYU's average GPA and I guess I still have hope. (: As long as I stop this trend of getting bad grades, that is...
ANYWAYS I'm going to finish my Hall questions, type up my final, copy chem notes, do my math homework, study for human, yaaay school! Bye. (:
Impress me. Sing along to Bon Jovi and Muse with me. Watch Lion King until your eyes hurt. Laugh at all my jokes. Buy me striped clothing on my birthday! Learn to love my Mickey. (: Memorize my phone number, and memorize it RIGHT. Buy me CD albums for my birthday/Christmas/anything! Never tell me you want to watch me swim. Get me Vitamin Water when I'm stressed. (: Tell me your life story. I'll tell you mine.
