Life. Right. Senior year is tough, I'm still praying that US History will work out and I'll get to graduate. There are several little details to be worked out, such as: I'm not in a US History class, and I don't graduate if I don't take it; I'm supposed to take a GED class during theater time; it's in Hopkins, and I have no ride; and I really, REALLY don't want to take it. As I say, little details.
So far, my school life has fallen into place like magic, as in if I don't do some huge homework assignment, I'll have a workday in one of my classes before that class, or it'll get put off. I'm hoping something magical happens like that.
It's been established that my life is a soap opera. While it's fun to live on TV, I'm always paranoid someone is filming me. And I haven't figured out what channel it plays on. I have this sinking feeling that there's no one actually capturing this all on tape, and it's really just my life. Which would suck.
I'm still kinda scared about college applications. And SAT IIs. But, I figure, either the plot of my life will change, or something magical will happen. I did manage to turn in my NMS application on time. But I haven't ordered my senior pictures yet, which I need to get on.
In other news, I love Andy and I'm excited 'cause our 1 year anniversary is Halloween. Which is close, in my little-kid mind. When I was little, each month had a holiday. October was Halloween, November was Guy Fawkes, December was Christmas, etc. August didn't have a holiday, which, consequently, led to me counting only 11 months in the year (I also sometimes skip March, no one knows why). Anyway, I'm proud of us.