Just giving myself a what's up.
I don't know why the hell I'm on my laptop doing Facebook. And here I am now, writing this pointless blog. I got home around ten thirty, vowing to start my essay. It's 12:04AM, I've just got a pile of random papers and a stomach full of fat. I love my life?
Tomorrow is my last spirit assembly. Bittersweet. How is it that four years have passed by me so quickly, without me even noticing? I remember sitting on the underclassmen side of the gym during my freshman year. I remember being surprised that I was 'already in high school.'
Now tell me, how is it that I'm already graduating in two months?
This is nuts.
And yet again, I had to sit through another talk about my future and college.
It's not that I don't care, trust me, it's the only thing I think about these days. It's just that I don't know. Why can't I just want to get out and that be my plans for now? Why can't I just want to experience a little more to life than simply reading a book and memorizing formulas? What if I don't want to work under someone, work with someone, or work behind an office desk? I don't like blood, being a doctor is out of the question. I love animals, but I will not euthanize an animal. I don't like repeated days, no office work. I suck at working under a constant pressure, not working under someone. What if I just want to live on a constant run? Finding happiness in the smaller things? Finding hope in small acts of kindness given by people on the streets? What if I'm just sick of everything?
All the while, the more events to come to keep me somewhat excited.
Tomorrow, like I said, the last spirit assembly. Then sleeping at the Wii Spa with Susie, Ryan, and maybe Michel until 4AM and then hitting the ever-so consistent twenty-four hour BCD. Then coming straight to school, Friday morning.
'Cus baby, without the bittersweet, the sweet ain't as sweet.