Count Down to the APs... Eeek.

Okay, call me a nerd. (Which I suppose I could be classified as, but only by my school's standards...by Stuy I might be considered practically a burnout.) But I'm freaking out.
It is nearly May. That means that I have officially procrastinated to the almost-last-minute... YET AGAIN. So, I should have a plan. I SHOULD have some schedule of review, rather than just improvising or making lists of excuses of why I am not studying, like right now. Speak of the devil, dinner is ready! You can't study during dinner!

I have just been pranked.

I've just fallen for an April Fool's Joke. Gmail bragged about the new AutoPilot feature, which emails back realistic responses based on the user's personal emailing style. Gullible as I am (and also because of the fact I'd forgotten it was April Fool's day 11 minutes ago) I believed it and futilely searched for the AutoPilot setup page. I wanted it to be real, too, because that's an ingeneous idea.

I feel completely overwhelmed by my school workload and my mind is a
messy combination of negative prefixes. I'm constantly whirling in my
abyss of hope and there is a light I can see it; I can almost touch
it, feel it. Just as easy conversation builds its happy feelings on my
frazzled nerves, this gentle wave of anticipation warms my numb
fingers with something warm.

Press day 2009 at adelphi

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Two major things:

1. The purchase and arrival of The Guide to Getting it On, 992 pages of everything anyone could possibly have wanted to know about sex short of having it.

2. My facebook status is no longer bluffing. However, I am. To myself. Unsuccessfully.

My current feelings are beyond explanation, nor do I feel secure enough to reveal such damning facts on the internet. I am unaware of what exactly makes up the nature of my annoyance, but I know that it is something I want to run away from, and also something that is impossible to escape. I have brought this upon myself, and it is entirely my fault. I can only hope that my personality is as pliable as I had always hoped it would be.

chronically lazy.

I stopped my subscription to Teen Vogue a while back, but they sent me an issue yesterday--there was an article on "Fashion Blogs" and it inspired me. Stuff always inspires me to start these short-lived projects that never see the light of day. 

But I do know I definitley definitley have to clean my room. Which I really want to do by the end of Feb break. My clothes from F21 came in the mail yesterday! I love that store. It is the spirit of my closet. 

I've also come to the conclusion that unless I instill some motivation into my veins, I am probably going to bomb bio, which is unacceptable. It is not an option--literally. I have to start taking it seriously, but I can't focus. 

As for other classes--I'm too tired to know what is going on in Spanish, but that's okay, because Senora spends a good thirty minutes talking about things that we don't need to know, or filling the board with extraneous terms. In precalc we're doing factoring. I love factoring--I get a strange satisfaction out of it. And I especially loved cancelling out. I'm so glad I'm done with Math B. 

Parenting is extremely boring. Almost excruciating. I think I might use it as much-needed nap time.