Hi. Just your average teen, slave driven by the reigns of society. Don't mind me. But let me tell you a bit of how last night went.

             Well first of all, there was a lot of screaming and crying: namely, by yours truly. And why? You may ask? It doesn't help that in senior year, the counselor pushes you to take classes, and all your mandatory classes for four years were not taken by choice, and as you rush to fill your eight-period large schedule, your counselor finds that open period mighty displeasing to look at. Ftw.

             To top it off, plans for college, a shitty capstone project that really is the cherry on top of everyone's schedule, and being a good student yet struggling in AP classes like government and physics really sweetens the deal. Like that book in Barnes and Nobles, teachers may seem nice and caring but they are "those who help you do the work they give you". Which doesn't add up. Not even as curriculum. 

               And getting sick? In America? Naw, health grows on trees, and perfect attendance is a kindness. Even employees have sick days, and this doesn't count negatively against them much! Ugh, I mean, I'm proud of my country and all, but cmon. People get sick, and you are gonna hold it against them? That's all I'm sayin.  

              Okay. Did the darn homework, studied the damn book (okay I enjoyed it), but there are other things to do. Like, apply for college? Would've done it earlier if not for all the classwork and homework and searching for good colleges (and the fact that humans rest and recharge in a thing they call "sleep", which currently is a rare commodity that drug stores try to buy and sell). 

              Not to mention there are all these contests giving nice fat rewards that I am probably approaching wrong therefore failing each time. Even five bucks is a deal at this stage. 

               Sorry for the detour, back on track now. So last night, had been nursing a fever I had for five days, possibly with a virus or something. I wake up in my cave and am blinded by the darndest lights my mother ever turned on. I love her and all, but sometimes I gotta wonder: I feel it's not the cataracts, but that she is one natural born sadist. 

                 The sickness left me with a ringing in my ears, aching eyes, and tired hands which lifted a cell phone for hours on end. Fucking stress of homework, classwork, shitty friendships, and teachers who for some reason feel a need to tell you just how imperfect you are, when you try to tell 'em something. Especially if you yourself weren't in the wrong. Urgh, this is giving me a headache, damn I hate repeating myself, my voice having gotten quite hoarse yet I can use it compared to three days ago when I lost it, and my nose is running. Fine, the friendships weren't that bad. There were two in elementary school who left me. And my good middle school friend no longer keeps in touch. And someone who, as usual, I don't get why they keep leaving. All in all, not a huge ratio of people I know though. Not that I am complaining. Actually, I am complaining. Ha. Haha. Eh........

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                     Worst of all, when trying to do something simple like brushing teeth or eating, I know it's good to be healthy and all, but having to look for artificial ingredients every time just kills me inside. O. Kay? More importantly, the fact that toothpaste has some ingredients I would rather not use makes me search for an alternative, only to find it has lead in it. Then I get to switchin' to salt or vinegar, but then my teeth hurt. Supposedly, I'm supposed to brush faster?! How does that work? Have my arm fall off?

         Lost my headphones a few weeks ago. They were some great Skull Candy types. I used them for a long time, they were a gift TT.

         Okay so to top this all off, besides issues with teeth and life, I planned on taking the ACT again. I wasn't satisfied with the score. It was supposed to be this coming weekend. Fuck school, getting in the way of everything. So hard to find any time to study.

        When you ask some staff, they tell you the counselors are only there to help. When you go to the counselor, they complain that you keep asking them. How do they get so popular? Must be that strangely hyponotic scent in their office. 

         It doesn't help that I got aspirations that seem impossibly huge. Like Harvard or Yale. But I don't wanna get stuck in this dingy place like Nevada, no matter how much importance Lincoln placed on it. 

          And why do people text so weird? I just text and answer after reading it. That's all it takes. I guess I got no life but to live on my phone. Heh. Good times. Except autocorrect. I rly hate u autocorrect. Except when I don't.

           I understand some don't get to read their texts, but the fact most my text contacts don't even initiate, or talk unless I start the conversation? I can excuse a lot, but others just are plain on bad terms. They don't talk cuz they don't know what to say?! Geez, it doesn't rly mattr, chill dude. 

           Damnit, I forgot that getting sick made me cough a lot recently. It's been getting on my nerves lately: the lack of water, and how phlegm comes when I use the school fountain water, and losing my memory. Oh wait. That's a good thing.

           Urgh. So anyway, no: I did not ask my school if I could have more time to work on hw at a later date to study for the ACT's. The answer seems an obvious no. Why would they? They drink blood and actually have horns. And if not, my only cure to get my goals done would be senioritis.  

            Not to mention issues at home, and family drama. Did it take THIS long for things to settle somewhat? Srsly? Why couldn't it be that way earlier?! (And you ask me why I play games before hw, well: issues). Still, crying helps me sleep. I feel only that I stopped worrying 'bout brushing my teeth, a whole other troublesome problem. Ugh. UGH. Man, lately I been feeling the urge to reject life using my puke. If I could puke. The girl on the bus threw up. Smelled so bad, wish I could have puked. I gave her some paper. My relatives said I should have moved a few seats away, cuz our family gets germs easily. Maybe I shoulda listened. 

            Signing off for now, 

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