So blah, it's another fascinating day in the life of me. I'm bored as hell. I'm sitting in probability + statistics class (AKA math for the mathematically challenged) using the school's laptops to update my blog. I have an iPod in my left ear and the voice of Patrick Stump serenading me + my bracelets keep clacking against the cheap plastic of the computer. YAWN. I hate life lately. It's so monotonous.
HOW MUCH LONGER UNTIL GRADUATION?!!?!?!!?!?!!?
The probability of someone reading this and caring is 0.0000001 percent. See, I DID learn something this year. I also learned that lip piercings are NOT allowed in MHS + that when the bell rings at 11:45 and 11:55, it is NOT the end of class, so I shouldn't bother looking at the clock.
But guess what? I just did.
So anyway, I have senioritis. BAD. I really don't care about classes anymore. Isn't that terrible? These overly enthusiastic teachers are slaving away + lecturing to classes that couldn't care less. We graduate in less than two months. SCHOOL is the last thing on our minds. For example: here's what's on my mind:
1. Singing along with "A Twist in My Story" + listening to John Vesely's beautiful voice. If you have no idea who Secondhand Serenade IS go to my MySpace (myspace.com/frenchgrlkerry) + find him on my top friends. You won't be sorry.
2. Vacation in July.
3. Temple in the fall.
4. Knoebel's + Alligator Bites.
5. The fact that my Vitamin Water is all gone + I'm thirsty.
6. When "The Patron Saint of Butterflies" - the book that I just ordered off of Amazon (by successfully bypassing the school's "security" features) which was written by an English teacher at my school - will ship to my house.
So honestly, I don't care about class. I can't wait to go home + write some journals based on The Book of If. Then I'll go to work, come home + completely ignore my chemistry homework.
Don't you see how predictable life has become? It's almost scary.
XO,
Kerry
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