Tories versus Whigs, Conservatives versus Liberals. (Woohoo for Euro history!)
This Tory is a sweet kid. An advocate of smiling and… confidence.
Living with three big guys for the week. Good thing I fit in so well…
PACKINGGG. I took a five hour nap today, so I’m not tired.
I’m going to Gainesville for a week. Hopefully, I’ll find something interesting to do every day of the week. I’m going with my friend, but I feel like I’m going annoy him. (He ain’t my best friend whom I can annoy and still be loved at the same time.) My brother said I had to go with my friend, so I wouldn’t bother him. He hates me.
I was writing a post about tonight, but my laptop decided to shut down abruptly. Writing it the morning after won’t be the same but FUCK IT I’m tired.
I surprised my best friend and made her cry! (of happiness of course!)
I’m satisfied and feel pretty great. (:
best friend over hereee
It’s pretty bad how I think of everything that went wrong before I think of everything that went well.
FRANDZ THREW A SURPRIZE PARTY 4 MOI TONITEE
Your message actually made me really happy lol. People tell me becoming is architect is suicide because it’s a dying field! I don’t know if you’d heard that one before. I actually looked it up, and it’s going to progress.
I agree, architecture seems so exciting! Being able to design something that’s large and permanent and to make something beautiful with utility…
I really hope you and me stick to this because it seems pretty great.
…an architect. (I’m not suicidal)
Many people don’t know this, but I actually enjoy drawing. I’m not fantastic, especially at curvy lines and shading and that stuff. I like dealing with linear lines, things with structure.
My dad keeps asking me what I want to major in or what I want to be, and this is the only thing that comes to mind because I haven’t thought about it that much. I haven’t been exploring my options. I just integrated two things I like, art and physics. Am I great at art and physics? Nope. I got a three on the AP Physics B exam my sophomore year and a C on my report card. I bet if I took the class again, I’d do amazing. As for art, I’m decent. I consider myself to be decent…
I’m reading up on architecture and what I need. Six years of college isn’t that bad. Three years of internship is normal. I get to take science and art classes? Score! The only thing is, I need to brush up on my social skills. I can so totally do this.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I enunciate well (say my English and French teacher). That makes me feel pretty damn good considering how people think I don’t talk.
I’m going to go to Gainesville and live with my brother for a week. I don’t know when though; it could be this coming week.
My parents want me to go someone, so it won’t be lonely or scared. I don’t think I’ll be lonely and scared. I’ll learn how to take buses or walk and find my way around. I can do it. I mean, this is what I’ll be doing on my own in a year. Just a year.
UF is the most convenient and reasonable college to attend. I realize that I don’t care as much as I used to about where I go. There’s nothing wrong with UF. Despite my dreams of going far to a college completely occupied by people I don’t know, I’ll be content with UF. Just content.
I’m 17. I’m going to make this awesome, one with stories to tell. I’m going to go on adventures. I’m going to do things I’ve never done before.
The rest of my adolescence will be filled with excitement and that feeling of invincibility. It’s going to go by quickly because I won’t be thinking or contemplating single moments to the oblivion of time. I won’t anticipate an end because I am young, and I just don’t care.
I’ve inhabited this room for all my life. It has so much history lying around, and I can’t bring myself to clear it. I clean my room THOROUGHLY once a year. It’s that time of year again.
I have so much shit. That’s basically the issue. I want to throw away like 75% of it just for some space, but I can’t. I keep thinking: I want to remember this, oh but I can’t because I might need it.
For example, all the work I do in school? Yeah, that’s all in my room. I don’t throw away assignments because for some strange reason, I want to remember. I put a lot of effort into that shit. Who wants their effort thrown away? Not me. I smile at the quizzes/tests I ace and the long-ass essays with the positive remarks.
Cleaning a room shouldn’t be so difficult.