brianaboom
Did you know that technically, we are still in a war with North Korea. Obviously we dislike them, but we are legally in a war with North Korea. The only way to legally end a war is with a treaty, which we have not signed with the country.
It is such a coincidence that this is today's word. I have begun the process of emptying my bedroom and packing my belongings. On Friday, I will be moving into my dorm room for summer classes. I am absolutely, positively so incredibly excited to start this new chapter in my life!
This lady keeps calling my phone asking for some guy named "Fausto" and I keep telling her it's the wrong number. She keeps calling. Ugh. I usually write something meaningful, but I just don't feel like it today. I'm seeing an alpaca today. That is all. :)
I have finished the base to my life. Today was my last day of high school and the foundation is done. The base of my life is complete. Now is the time I will actually pursue the plan that I have created over the past seventeen years. No matter what it takes, no matter how many people say I can't accomplish my dream, I will succeed.
Thank God for a backspace button. Imagine if we didn't have a backspace button. Everyone would be able to see ALL of our mistakes, and that would just suck.
I miss romance. It hasn't existed in my life for a few months now. Sad face.
Lately, I've been feeling like an engine. I'm not a human, just a machine that runs, runs, runs at a constant speed. I'll be graduating high school in a few days, and I keep looking back at all these years that have gone by, and realized I've never had a break. I'm just an engine that keeps going, without having the choice to stop.
Insects are gross. They feed off others and they look all nasty. Some of them have claws, while others are just oddly textured. They creep in our houses and suck up our insides. Insects are simply gross.
Everything I've said up until this point, up until this exact second, disregard it. I've been begging and preaching for this day to come for weeks, months, and even years ago. On Friday, this day that I've so longed for will finally arrive. All I want to do is refuse its acceptance. I am not ready. I am not prepared. Disregard everything I've ever said about the excitement for this day. In reality, I'm terrified.