I worked my butt off this year in school and I would be exempt from every exam, except for the whole being a junior part. It just goes to show that hard work really does pay off. Now I just have to work even harder next year and hope for the best!
Ps. I think I’m most proud of my grade in American Studies. I have an A. I have a 91 in a double AP class. That was my goal, and I did it, go me.
I have this really awesome playlist that I listen to 24/7, a mixture of Mumford and Sons, Yukon Blonde (recent obsession), Good Old War, The Honorary Title and a few random (but equally awesome) songs. Now this playlist, has to be played at full volume, which usually means some serious dance moves and vocals on my part.
Well I was driving to get Olive Garden ToGo and “Sigh No More” came on (favorite song, hands down) and I got super into, but half way through the song I got to Olive Garden. There was zero chance of me stopping in mid jam-sesh, so I parked and continued. It was at my absolute favorite part and out of the corner of my eye I saw this guy standing by the window, knocking on it I’m assuming (my music was really loud). He looked about my age, was wearing a Frisco High School shirt and didn’t seem insanely creepy so I turned down the music and rolled down my window. He smiled and said, “Sigh No More is a great song, and this is probably gonna sound super creepy but can you start it from the beginning?”
Weird right? Of course I took advantage of another chance to listen to it so I said of course and asked if he wanted to sit in my car. He accepted, promised he wouldn’t rape me and we started talking a bit. I warned him of my singing and dancing and he said he noticed and would expect nothing less, about a minute into the song and we had some pretty sweet harmonies going on. After the song was over he laughed, smiled and said thank you and I quote “Coolest stranger ever” and left.
I didn’t even ask his name and he didn’t ask mine, but for 3 minutes and 28 seconds, we sat in my car and jammed out. It was awesome.
9114.) Honestly, I think it's possible to love too much to the point where it ruins everything. Love becomes obsession and I don't want it to turn me into some psycho bitch. Truth is, it's already begun, and I don't know how to love you less.