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Wednesday, May 27, 2009
as i approach the last week of my first year of high school, i contemplate the impact this year has had on my life. i apologize for any misspellings or any grammatical errors, my space bar is broken, and i recently sprained my finger. this school year has been one of the best of my life. i feel like i made some new, good friends, and learned from mistakes i've made, and i've just plain grown. i've learned that boys will be boys, and that they are immature. i've learned that it's useless to shed tears over one, because another one will pop up around the corner. that doesn't make the pain hurt any less, but it's a small comfort. i've learned that you can't cling on to friendships that just aren't meant to last, but you also shouldn't resort to petty, unkind words. let things be. i've learned it's hard to find friends you can really trust, and girls will always be over dramatic and a little selfish, myself not excluded. i've learned that teachers can be easily sucked up to, and it's not bad to ask for help. i've learned how much i love the cello, and how much practicing can help. i've learned that people can take sarcasm literally and can be very hurt by it. i've learned that some friends aren't worth the effort. but, most of all, i think i've learned that i need to enjoy high school while i'm here, because in two years, i'll be graduating, and i'll be released into the big world. i'm not sure yet if i'm going to miss school this summer. i can't really tell if i'm interested in anyone, because i was for a little while, but i think i got over it. even i can't decipher my emotions. there's someone that i feel like i like, but i'm in denial because a) he's not the greatest guy in the world for me to like, b) a l0t of girls have fallen for him, aka, he's a flirt, and c) i don't want any baggage to keep me from having a fantastic summer, because chances are, i'm not going to see him till august. we've been kind of joking around with each other, but i do that with a lot of guys, so i don't know if i means anything at all. sometimes, i feel like i'm such a sap, and fall just a little bit in love wih any guy that gives me a second glance. guys are just confusing, and i don't really want to deal with any inevitable heartbreak. i'm going to miss my friends a lot this summer. i only hang out with certain people in the summertime, usually, so there are going to be a lot of friends i won't see at all until school starts. i'm worried i won't keep in touch with anyone, and i won't have any friends once we start our junior year. i can't write anymore because the amount of time it takes for me to write is driving me insane, and my finger is pushing too many keys. ugh. just for memories sake, what happened to my finger is that last friday, a big group of friends and i were walking down the street to go play night games. claire and i started sprinting, and i slowed down, not realizing that anyone else was sprinting. i came to a stop, and turned my head, only to be hit in the face by zach's oncoming chest. next thing i knew, i was facedown on the ground, and my hands were being pierced by the gravel. a couple of my fingers hurt like none other, and i had a piercing headache. everyone was gathered around me asking if i was okay, asking if i was still alive, etc. "zach, i think you killed her!" hahaha. i'm pretty much okay, just sprained a finger, am a little scratched up and have a big blue bruise on my face from the impact. frankly, i just think it's funny. |
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❝ The only excuse for making a useless thing
is that one enjoys it immensely;
All art is useless. ❞
