first

First: I'll miss you. Twitter, blogger, facebook, and whatnot only create a vague illusion that we aren't going to be seperated by a freaking ocean. My eyes are burning and my throat is closing up just thinking about it. :'(


Lalalaaa. Back at school.

Started the day in an irritable/cranky mood. It didn't help that my first hour is a freshman class filled with- you guessed it- freshman. I'm a Junior. Contrary to what some may be quick to conclude, I'm not in that class because I failed it in the past. I'm in that class because I decided to take an Advanced Placement U.S. History class, which apparently didn't cover this one class. Even though I got a 4 out of 5 on the AP test, and ended both semesters with an A.

I feel like I'm being punished, and it doesn't help that my teacher probably thinks I'm one of THOSE. Y'know- a motivationless, hopeless teenager who contributes to poverty statistics in the future.

In better news, I love my art class. AP 2/D. We got a bunch of new stuff that we can use for observational drawings. Including a remarkable lifelike hand. So excited. It's going to drain me quickly, considering I have to do twice as much in the same amount of time as before. But hopefully I'll be able to build two awesome portfolios that will get me college credit. I'll even settle for an OKAY portfolio. :]

Butyeah. Lot of homework for a first day. I'm so tired, and my mind is in this terrible state in which I can barely access it's contents, like some sealed-off vault I've forgotten the combination to. I'm trying to finish so many things, and get organized for tomorrow. So many syllabi and class rules and other miscellaneous paper to keep track of and make sure I sign.
But, I get to carry them in my happy checkered backpack.

My insomnia is still happenin' and still hating me. Waking up at six a.m. is damn near impossible for me when I have less than six hours of sleep. What can I say, I neeeed my sleep. Or I turn into a mean little bitchy owl. ;)