28 days until you know what!

The siblings are gone once again. Sigh. And it’s back to school tomorrow. I have about 6 chapters of an immensely boring book to read and make a powerpoint on. What fun.

I’ll be updating my playlist with Christmas songs soon! I’m so tempted to just make the whole playlist Michael Bublé’s album Christmas. His voice is glorious and the album is wonderful. But I won’t. Be prepared!

Blissful

Yes. Blissful. This week is just that. Usually, my school only has 3 days off for Thanksgiving, but this year they decided to give us a whole week. It’s been wonderful. No school. No homework (well…). No school!!! This is what I need. School makes me so unhappy, it’s ridiculous. I want to be done with school. I never imagined there could be so many self-absorbed people in my school. It’s mindblowing really.

I love the holidays. My siblings come home from college, everyone’s together, and it’s all so marvelous. But then they leave and I get sad because I’m all alone again and then it’s back to prison. I’m getting restless again. Maybe it’s the fact that the week is almost over and then I’ll have to go back to that lovely place again. Or maybe it’s because I’m unhappy. I don’t know what I want. It’s so frustrating. Oh so frustrating.

Posting on a Monday night

I have come to the conclusion that every girl has some sort of ‘bitch’ look; whether it be mild or scorching. I think my bitch look has been slipping lately because some guys actually try to talk to me now. Kidding. No guys talk to me, apart from the ones in my classes. I’m (ahem) somewhat fine with it because high school boys are gross, in every sense. I think my BL formed as a defense mechanism against the creepy guys that inhabit my school. I guess it extends past the guys seeing as how random girls are always trying to stare me down in the hallways. Which is exactly the reason why I avoid making eye contact with people in the hallways. It’s just so awkward meeting the eyes of people I don’t know, or worse: people that I do know but have grown apart from/were never close to. And then there are always some people who actually seem to go out of their way to try to make me meet their eyes in the hallways. I don’t really know how to explain it loool. Point is, hallways suck and I should probably never give up my BL so I can have more friends. Honestly though, I have been trying to tone down my BL. I guess I’ve been doing it for so long that I do it even when I don’t mean to. I wonder if people find me intimidating. I’ve been trying to smile more. Though I usually end up thinking about a funny memory that makes me laugh out loud, which makes me look kind of crazy, especially since I walk by myself. trololol

Yeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, this post makes me sound like a  really conceited bitch. I’m really not conceited, or a bitch, but I can be really surly. I’m pretty surly most of time lol. I’m working on that though. Anyway, excuse the curse words in this post~ I try not to curse.  Emphasis on try. Lately, all I want to do is eat and sleep. School is boring, as usual. Same goes with life. The woes of a 17-year-old living in the suburbs.

Bubble Life

I truly feel like I’m living in a bubble sometimes. This bubble is strange. It’s a bubble where classmates make wishes on 11:11 and say stuff like, “is it Facebook official?” A bubble where 15-year-olds get brand new cars for their birthdays. A bubble where the major things being discussed are about so-and-so’s new girlfriend or so-and-so getting drunk at a football game. A bubble where being in advanced classes automatically deems you intelligent and better than those who aren’t. Superficial. Trivial. Prattle. Drivel. I can’t say I’m immune from some of these things though. It’s hard not to get sucked into it.

Listening to some of these conversations and observing what goes on around makes me feel like I’m underwater sometimes. Under the sea.