Dreaming..

Today after school Jessica and I went to the World Market, because she wanted some type of tea. We were walking around in there, and for some reason I was thinking we're shopping for our apartment. I got really excited over the fact that someday soon I will be able to do that, and it made me realize how ready I actually am to be done with high school. I can't wait to get a real job, and start college, and move out into an apartment with a new roommate, or even a close friend. Even though apartments cost money, as well as furniture and such, which is something I don't exactly have. It's a dream; a dream that I cannot wait until it comes true.

I'm going to be a damn good nurse.
I'm going to be a master baker, along side of my SISTAAH, Jessica, who will be an amazing chef.
We are going to open up our own restaurant one day, and it's going to be incredible.

What fun is it to live in a world where you can't dream up the things you want? I have my dreams, and I'm ready for them to come true.

Ciao.

Case of the Mondays

How is it that school always seems to have that upper hand in determining ones mood? Could it be that we're forced within the same walls for eight hours a day, five days a week? The fact that we get massive amounts of homework, that make it seem as though we should have never even left the building to begin with? Or that even the slightest mistake on our part automatically lowers our academic worth?

After a while it all just becomes too much.

I finally decided to update, even though now I really know that no one reads this. We're about 7 weeks into school, and I've already had my fill for the year. I have career center in the morning, and that was going really well for the first couple of weeks. I was elected the HOSA president for our class, and I was doing really well on all the tests and keeping up. Eventually the work began to pile up, and I was struggling to keep up. I failed my first test, and since then I am now one to be singled out, critiqued more than most, and treated as though I'm a 10 year old running around with a knife. I went from absolutely love the class, to dreading it every morning once again. It's like last year is playing out before me once again, only this time we don't even have the witch to cackle her two cents.

There was a boy. I was probably more interested in the idea of finally having a boyfriend, but the more I started to know him, the more I was not interested. At all. Sure he's a really nice guy... but he's TOO nice. He doesn't get what I'm saying, and he never knows what to say to me. Make me laugh! Argue back! Be a jerk sometimes! Is that so much to ask?

Ready for another long year...
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There are no guarantees in life
Not for the present,
Nor for the future.
All I know is
That I'm here;
Don't know for how long.
I love the way
You live so intensely
Enjoy every minute of life
With space to swing
Your arms around
Laughing loudly

Unlike me

The past, the present,
And the future,
Are all side by side,
Hand in hand.
You move and change,
Yet you go nowhere:
Everything stays the same.
You stare at me,
And ask me questions,
Makes me nervous,
This room it keeps a constant tone
While I'm on a roller coaster