Sat Test @ MindSay 
Have you ever sat at the table eating, and by accident grabbed a condiment such as ketchup, or hot sauce, or even the salt, thinking it was your beverage? You realize at the last second, wait a minute, that would have sucked, and then you get your cup. Well if it hasn’t happened to you, I want you to picture what that would be like.
This morning, I get my toothbrush and apply the toothpaste, going through the morning routine in a sleepy stupor. Next thing I know, I give it a good swipe in the armpit. Yep, did the deodorant routine with the toothbrush. Felt so weird and so gross at the same time. Not the coolest way to start the day, if I do say so myself.
I do however feel a bit of luck, because I think it would have been a lot worse if I had completed that activity in reverse, giving myself the worst case of dry mouth in the world. Nice Ocean Breeze breath for 24 hours though…
It was around this time last year that I posted my SAT carols ("I apprehended my maternal parent oscolating with a corpulant unshaven male in crimson disguse") and since I am having oh-so-much college angst right now, (that and I haven't gotten my SAT scores yet), I've decided to tell you all what SAT REALLY stands for.
Sick and Twisted
Septic and Toilets
Suck Ass Test
Stupid and Terrible
Scary and Terrifying
Study and Triumph! (Tristan's, not mine)
Slavery and Torment
Simply Awful Torture, etc.
So for six hours I work my ass off trying to find the meanings of words such as "hippopotomontoresquipaliophobia" (yes, that is a real word) when the whole time I know I'm going to go to the community college with every other drunk and whore in my class, live in my attic and die alone, surronded by 50 cats. I will be found two weeks later, half-eaten by wild dogs with a bottle of vodka in my hand. And yes, I will still be a pikachu.
Anyway, after looking at nine different schools, my mom refuses to take me to anymore. So of course I got angsty. I cry a lot. But I realized something importnat about myself.
When some people get depressed, they turn to alcohol or drugs or emo poetry.
When I get depressed, I go to Billy Joel, schadenfreude and bad fanfiction.
Well, today was... a very good day. In first we read some more of the play. In second we sat there for like thirty minuets. Then we did some more review and then watched some more of that french movie. It's pretty boring. In study hall, I stapled some stuff for Mrs. Bailey and then put it in the teacher's boxes. After that I worked on some stuff for my paper and then I just sat there and then went to the Attendance Office and talked to Aimes. In fourth I got my test back. I got an 89 which I think was pretty good. After that we did a new section and then I did my homework. After school I rode home with Amy and Aunt Kay and then worked on my paper. I got most of it done but I still have to do the Works Cited page. At like eight thirty, Ben called and was like "Hey you wanna hang out?" so he got here at like nine and we watched a movie untill about ten thirty. Then he went home and now I'm sitting here talking to Nikki and I'm about to go finish my paper. ~Peace~
Ugh. Second weekend in a row with a major test. I took the ACT today, and my brain has, yet again, officially shut down for the summer. (Believe me, revving it up this morning wasn't easy...*presses nose*) It was a test, and tests aren't fun, but I have to say that it was MUCHO better than the SAT. The SAT gets repetitive...grammar...math...grammar...math....ooh! ooh! Reading skills! ...math...grammar...You get the idea.
And my day is getting better as it goes! I'm going to Ben's graduation party, then Stephanie G.'s, and then to Katy's house for a movie night. (Katy's thing is more of a "welcome back" celebration for Kristen Coleman, a friend of theirs that I've only met once. She left, and I kinda sorta filled the hole where she was. No one can fill Kristen C.'s shoes, but hey, I was accepted, and that's all that matters.)
Right now, I'm baking brownies for Ben. Odd gift for a graduation party, I know, seeing as they'll probably have mounds of food...But the whole sweets thing is a lasting joke/thing between Ben and I. See, I was his Secret Pal during the 40 days until Easter, and he kept giving me cookies and Reese Cups, and on the last day, brownies, because his dog got to the cookies he had originally made first. Then, my mom talked to him in the parking lot near the end of the school year, and he said that he had been hoping there would be brownies in his truck, but there weren't, so my mom bought him a big one from the store so "he wouldn't be sad."
LOL my life is soooo weird! But hey! You know what they say: "The quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach." *wink*
*looks outside at the rain*
Great day for ducks...
Anyway, I suppose that's all for now. I don't mean to sound like a drama queen, but I'm still wondering if I made the right decision about Gary and I. I'm pretty sure, that in the long run, I did...but....am I regretting it? No. No, I don't think so. I think I'm feeling guilty about hurting him. That must be it.
Lata on, yo!
*~Colleen~*