Woah. It's been a while since I've blogged.

It looks like I'm going to graduate, which rocks. Seriously, it rocks. GED class is obnoxious but feasible. The teacher seems nice, and the curriculum is a critique on mainstream textbooks. I get to personalize what I learn, which means that I can focus on cultural shifts instead of presidents and wars.
Apparently, I'm applying to Cincinnati this weekend. My dad informed me. Yeah... looking forward to when my parents are less in charge of my life. Also to a group of new people to find friends in. Sometimes I am struck by how poorly I fit in with people at our school. I know that's one of those stereotypical teenager feelings, but still, I think college will be a great opportunity to meet new people.
My parents are still sucking with the broken relationship thing. Sure, another typical teenager thing, but again, a true one. My mother is especially crazy, going about in her new life, as if she didn't have two kids and a (legal) husband. My dad has been doing well holding things together, but you can see the stress is getting to him.
Lots of fun yelling and (again) stereotypical use of the children to convey messages to one another. Think... The Parent Trap, without the happy ending. Actually, a better example is from one of the Ramona books (which I hope everyone read, because they were amazing), where Ramona has a bad dream about her parents divorcing. In her dream, she's out on the lawn with her parents, who are divvying up household stuff and using her as the go between. Except it's not a bad dream, and I'm seeing that it's not a soap opera.
I've been feeling a lot of pressure to explain my religion to everyone lately. No, my necklace does not depict a pumpkin, the VW symbol, or a "torch of knowledge," --- it's a chalice. No, the religion is not a branch of Christianity; we don't use the bible, belive in a god, or, indeed, believe in anything specific as a religion. Yes, it's a legitimate religion. Yes, I have specific religious and moral beliefs that came from my religion, and yes, they are my personal interpretation of the UU principles. Yes, I think killing is wrong. No, I don't worship satan. Yes, I'd be happy to talk to you about it. No, I won't try to convert you.

And that's all she wrote.

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.