Judging from the first week of school, I fear that my earlier notions are correct: junior year will kill me.
It's only the first weekend of school and already my AP class is impeding any social life what-so-ever. Well, not quite true. There's a two-hour party at LaserQuest (again) for crazy-Em, and I was almost going to say no to the occasion. I do have two more chapters, 40 terms, and two essays to write still.
Not counting the completely insane amount of time it's taking for me to stipple and tease an image out of clayboard for art. What was that? Sketchbook assignment due next week or two weeks from now? Oh. Holy. Hell.
But all bad things have some sort of silver lining: all this business has helped me keep my mind from... certain... subjects... which I refuse to discuss at this time.
I'd jump back into my entire 'semi-goth-all-black' wardrobe, but it's still far too hot for me to be wearing anything of the sort. That and I want to put off looking like Remy for as long as possible.
At least I get a locker come Tuesday.
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