When all I can think about is college.

Moving away. New people. New place. My dorm. What will my roommate be like? How much will I take from home? When I’ll get there. What the campus is like. All the clubs/organizations. Everything there is to do there. Everything will be new and exciting and scary, and right now it’s all I want. But I have an essay due on thursday, homework for tomorrow in each subject, more homework and projects due wednesday, and tests and quizzes on Friday. I’m ready for May 20th. I’m ready to graduate.

And that was my “I’m sick of high school” rant for today. This has been Annie, thank you and goodnight.

When

1. I don’t even really get it
2. Titanic is on
3. I’m being crafty with rubber cement, magazines, Starry Night, and note cards

GTFO homework. No one even likes you.