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Take a shower, shine your shoes/ You got no time to lose/ You are young men you must be living/ So go now you are forgiven.
-The General, Dispatch

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Let's Do This Blogging Thing, Shall We?

It's like I've had nothing to write about.  Which, logistically, after writing every day for thirty days, makes sense.  I took all of my good ideas and used them up.  That is what has happened to me.  I am a used up paper napkin, a piece of trash in the wind.
It's late; can you tell?
I have state testing tomorrow.
Bad news: it takes up two hours of my life that I could be spending actually learning things that are relevant to my future.
Good news: once I'm finished tomorrow, I never have to take state tests again!  YES THANK THE GODS.
Honestly.  The questions that they ask have to be able to be answered by those with all levels of intelligence, so that means that if you have half a brain inside of your skull, then most of the questions are an insult to your IQ.  Not even a joke, the math that I had to do today could be done by a seventh grader.  I could have taken that test in seventh grade and passed it with flying colors.
I just have to console myself that I will never have to take them again.  Also, if you do really well on them you can get scholarships to state schools.  Not that that is applicable to me, since I don't intend on staying in Massachusetts.  Not even remotely close.
It's been raining here for about three weeks now.  If it rains any more you're going to have to start calling me Noah and rounding up the animals two by two.  Ugh, I'm going to end up tearing my hair out of my head.
My older brother is graduating on Sunday.  I don't know what to do with myself.  Part of me is really jealous that he is finally finished and can move on with his life and part of me is scared because I'm next.  I only have two more years left in high school, and if this year was any indication, they won't be very long years.  I miss being little and feeling like minutes were hours.  Now it feels like minutes are seconds and my life is just flying by.  I always say I can't wait to get out of my town, and I can't, but at the same time I really don't want to grow up.  Someone text Peter Pan.  I want a one way trip to Neverland.
Hey, at least if I'm there I don't have to take state tests.  And that would be a blessing.
Okay fooligans, here's the scoop. I'm going to try a writing schedule.  I'll alternate weeks, 1 week with posts on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and 1 week with posts on Tuesday and Thursday.  That way, I'm motivating myself to write and keeping the creative juices flowing.  Juices.  That is a weird word.
Okay, I need to go to bed.  I have tests in the morning.
Shoot me.
Love and kisses,


  1. I love juice.

    I remember the days when I was close to graduating high school. Aaaahh, youth. You were never sure if you wanted it to hurry up and come so you could grow up, or get the hell back so you could stay a kid and avoid adult responsibilities. It was an ever-waging battle of states of mind, and it always f*cked with me. I think that's why to this day I am allergic to walnuts.

    It's interesting that you've created a blogging schedule. Tell me how that goes. You can probably tell by now that my posts are really far between. I'm not a fan of that, but I just don't have the time to post much more often, and I don't want to start doing drivel posts where there's nothing interesting to say. They're pointless and standards-lowering. I (try to) blog when I have something interesting to blog about, and I find that sticking to a time table just adds an unnecessary barrier to quality posts as it forces you to churn out subpar content just to meet a deadline.

    But that's just me, and I'm weird. Lemme know how it goes, yo.

  2. What a busy post! Guess you did find stuff to blog about after all! I hate commenting after someone who leaves a really massive comment :-( and your comment looks pitiful compared to theirs! Damn you ash. ;-)

  3. My brothers are both at uni and all I can keep thinking is "I'm next, I'm next,I'm next."


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