Two sequences of twenty-four hour periods have gone by since I began school, and already I'm beginning to feel the fatigue. Not only that, but I've already begun the procrastination process. Sickening, I know. I mean really.... I'm the big bad senior this year that everybody, even the teachers sometimes, look up to. I'm the one that's supposed to have it all together, no mistakes, goodbye, the end (as mad-eye moody would say). At least that's how I looked at seniors as. But now that I'm here, I feel...small. Tiny. Insignificant. Minute. A tiny fly on the verge of being smacked by a flyswatter. Good analogy, huh? And now, I find that I'm simply what I was last year, and the year before, only slightly elongated and less smelly. There is no wisdom in my eyes, as I look into the mirror. Only cluelessness and...is that hazel?
My new guitar is here with me. Her name is Liz, and she's a Taylor. Get it? Liz Taylor? :) No? Hmm... Here's a picture
Yeah...I know...pretty great.
Oooh. I also have a new haircut that I'm slightly excited/ slightly "meh" about.
Tada! I dunno. I always end up looking crappy.
So uh...homework is calling me with its slimy, metallic-like voice (shudders). So for now, we must part. Adieu! (Bless you?)