You know those times when you really don't want to do something?

So tomorrow is my first last day in high school and also my boyfriend's last day at home. So awesome right? My closest sister just left like a day ago too so right now I'm alone in my house expect for my parents who are probably knocked out in bed right now expecting me to be knocked out in bed too but really I'm up doing this because technically it's not even my "bed time" yet. Yeah. 11 o'clock bed time. Go senior year. Woo. Anyway, I'm staying up because at this point tomorrow is going to be so bad I'd rather pretend like it isn't happening at all. Soooooo, I'm really just up on a regular Sunday night doing nothing and living in a happy world instead of one that's about to go up in smoke. This depression life crisis thing is probably what inspired me to pick up The Virgin Suicides to read when I don't want to listen to over weight lived-in-the-south-all-my-life-y'all teachers talk about the classroom rules which either don't really matter or you've already heard on like every other first day of school. God, I could fall asleep just at "these are all yours that MUST get signed by a parent or guardian by tomorrow." Yeah, tomorrow, right.. Good thing I'll definitely forget and you won't care. I guess the best thing about the first day of school is teacher don't want to be there just as much as you don't want to be and they can't give out homework because they don't want to grade it either. I mean think about it, being around either immature idiots or arrogant jerks all between the ages of 15-18. I would die. And then slap them all in the face with big fat F's. All that's really getting me through this year is thinking about either indoor after this godforsaken season of marching band, graduation and college where I don't have to be under any ridiculous regulations like no water bottles in the hallway or midol in your backpack. Sorry but you are not taking my midol, and if you do and I start crying or pass out on the floor or cuss you out in the middle of class it's your own fault. Man, just thinking of walking into that barren wasteland of rednecks and occasional nice people just makes me want to get in some sort of accident that doesn't let me go to school and just lets me do all my learning and work at home. I'm allergic to school. Like for real, I'm breaking out in hives. Just kidding that would suck because my mom would make me go anyway and hives are horrible. Because then, if you're like me, you don't want that first shot they offer you because you're deathly afraid of shots so when it gets so bad you can't stand and can't sleep because you're crying and itching so badly and wearing clothes makes you want to stab animals they give you two shots right in the love handle.. Ugh, anyway, I'm getting tired. Ttyl.

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