Days of My Life

I feel like I haven't done this in so long, what with so many other more important matters in the way lately. Actually, I should be tending to some of those matters right now, but it's almost half past midnight, so I'll just indulge myself in whatever until I go to sleep. Today marked the end of the third week of school. Third week?! Do you know what that means? It means 37 weeks to go... Dagnabbit. Anyway, here's a brief overview of what occurred in my life this week: Monday--I woke up thinking that my cough was almost gone, until I got to second/third period and started coughing again. I think this was also the day I became EiC for journalism (yay?) Not much that day, because I really don't like Mondays to begin with. For Spanish, we had what I thought was going to be a recitation test but actually ended up to be a written (by memory) test on the poem "A Margarita" by Ruben Dario. It was a bit surprising, but both ways would have worked fine for me. Tues

I've got seven minutes left here Seven minutes to decide and declare Stop and tell you how I feel Before now, you never knew The depth of emptiness inside me Everything faded so quickly I had one great thing, then lost it Followed by a tragedy, went along with it You never helped me, only cared for yourself Got me, had me, put me back on the shelf Now I'm nothing to you, and you haven't a clue That I'm still with you, it's true But that shouldn't matter anymore Because you've moved on, no looking back on before Before, when it was me Before, when we were happy Before, when... I'm out of time.

Today is Sunday, September 6. Do you know what this means? School resumes in three days. Yay... Currently, I'm hungry and I'm angry. Okay, that's all.

Happy month of September to you all! It would be redundant and cliche for me to start reflecting on how quickly the time passes by and how quickly school will soon resume. So I will give my best effort to refrain from doing so for the remainder of tonight's blog. Procrastination. I had been doing so well evading it until this summer. AP Biology haunts my thoughts and my plans, and I don't like it. Quite frankly, I had sort of been hoping that journalism would be fifth period so that I could have a legitimate excuse to stop the reading (not like I've done much anyway) and do whatever I wish until the evening of September 8, 2009. But the disappointing news arrived in my email inbox today, and it seems that I will have to read the chapters, whether or not I like to. Darn it. Today, I went to the optometrist's for my third pair of trial contact lenses. The first pair, which I had worn for two weeks, gave me good vision, but the comfort was questionable. The second pair, wh