Things are finally going my way for once. Everything in my life is perfect... or I just don't care about the parts that aren't anymore. I found a certain someone that makes me promise to wake him up at 2 o'clock in the morning... granted, I stayed up until the ungodly hour of 2 o'clock this morning (I got up at 5:30) by choice because I was enjoying talking... even in my semi-comatose state. I have a best friend... we have explored some interesting topics, haven't we? (Yeah, I don't think I need to elaborate... just think... um... what exactly did I dream about a week ago? Yes... that topic.) And my parents... well, they're the same as ever. And I love them still... even respect them a bit... but I truly don't give a shit if they think I'm the biggest failure to disgrace the face of this planet. Truly I don't. You should have seen me last night. I was really past caring about my parents (more specifically, my father) and his bullshit... I think I said something like, I wouldn't give a rat's ass if they fell off the Empire State Building.
So homelife. It's functioning I suppose. Though things were a bit iffy for a while when I called my father an 'asshole' (which he completely deserved, by the way). The day after, the Friday of Senior Prayer day, was absolutely wonderful! I felt so... free. I couldn't even describe it. My first real taste of freedom (in Arizona, at least)... and what I wouldn't give to experience it again! Emily drove us around... (and I gave her crap because she drives like an old lady. You know it's true, Em!)... and I ended up parking the car a couple times for her... mostly for fun. It was very illegal, but who the hell cares? We are both in one piece. And on top of that, we were both extremely giggly and hyper as a result of it (I think we were anyway). I loved it. Thus, if my family is staying in town this weekend (and they better!)... we are doing it again. And we're going to get us free makeovers and try on prom dresses. And hopefully I'll look good so I can send pictures to Stu. He doesn't quite understand why we're so obsessed with prom... but it's so fun!
Okay, since I really don't have much homework tonight, I'm going to ramble about the teachers... (I lied, I actually do have homework... late philosophy homework, but I'm not feeling any motivation, so I'm going to talk about teachers instead).
Mr. Summers. Definitely not as bad as I thought he would be. So far no inappropriate jokes... although there have been rather stupid ones that we laughed at because we thought they were so pathetic (Frank was like... "Did you think of those before class?"... it was very amusing!). His class... I dunno. I just have to motivate myself to keep up. And motivation is at an all-time low right now. So... it'll be interesting, at least... I don't think I really mind it as my first class everyday.
Mr. DiStefano. Well, what is there to say about Mr. DiStefano. Very unique dude. I like him a lot. I hate the fact that I actually have homework in his class... and a test on Wednesday that I could probably be studying for. Hmm... low-key guy. I dunno. He's just cool. And that's about all I can do to describe him... pathetic, I know.
Mr. Austin. Um... sometimes I think the man is a raving lunatic... sometimes I think he's hilarious... sometimes I'm just indifferent to him, I guess. He's a bit of an odd ball. Very helpful... but... he goes about it in a different way. Reminds me eerily of a male version of Mrs. Nejman. I think I like the man... but my instincts are telling me I'll be ready to slaughter him when I start getting some grades back in his class.
Mrs. Lopez. Love the class. Love the way she acts around the AP girls (me, Kelsey, Julie, and Brenda, in particular). She's very much like Mrs. Weiland... She loves her AP students but is pretty indifferent to her normal students, I guess? Anyway, I enjoy it because I can text Stu during class without worrying about being caught.
Ms. Boehm. I dunno. She's nice to me. That counts for something... maybe. But all teachers tend to be nice to me... whether I deserve it or not is something entirely different. The class... I hate the class right now. We're designing bus shelters, and let me tell you right now, I am so sick of making random sketches... and I really don't give a shit about a dumb ass bus shelter in the front of Xavier. ...Oh come on, can you blame me?
Sra. Gutierrez. She's so nice! Like... I'm actually doing my work in the class because I feel like I can't let her down. Very encouraging (always saying... "Muy bien! Punto!"). Um... understanding as well... she let me turn in my first ensayo (essay) late for full credit. Anyway, I felt like an idiot, so I'm never turning in anything late ever again. Um... the actual class... I've gotten in way over my head. Like, you have absolutely no idea how screwed I am for the AP exam... ok... definitely not going to think about that now.
Mr. Wyman. *Sigh* Such a nice guy. (For now at least) such a boring class! Um... yeah, I don't think I really need to describe him. He's so... adorable... like he acts like a little boy in a way. He thought of Frapaccino Friday, and for that, he already has five stars in my book (it really doesn't hurt that he likes Harry Potter, as well!)
Oh my god. I've never written an entry that long except when I was upset (and I'm not). New record for me! Yipee. Now I have to go shower. My parents have been bothering me for the past twenty minutes about going to take my shower (I'm kinda curious when they're going to realize I'm not in the third grade and really don't have to be told when I should take my showers). Anyway, I'm off for now. Me thinks that I'm taking my shower... doing the Philosophy questions very haphazardly and I will be off to sleep hmm... before 10, if all goes as planned (which it rarely does... so, in reality, it should be about 11ish... oh fuck. Maybe I'll just go to sleep after my shower and get up early... like 4... and exercise and crap... and do philosophy? Hmm... that sounds much nicer!)
Anyway! Night world.
PS Am still working on finding better user pics.