... ugh...

...r'uuuuggghh...

I hate being a Senior. The Senior privaleges thing is a lie, too many Seniors here are sadly passing away before ourselves, the school is becoming more stricter and Catholic than ever, one of our own administrators had to cancel a main event at our last Pep Rally because we were going to throw hardballs at underclassmen who deserve it, I'm becoming more distant with other people and finding my own little places of solitude, our school competition play isn't really that up there for an award-winning One Act play, all the women in our school only hold so much interest in me for so long, there's drama everywhere, getting into SCAD Savannah costs a mind-blowing amount of money that I probably won't be able to get in

... and I then there's the Senior Project. I got note cards to do right now. But I can't, because I got limitations on sources to only get, maybe, 9 cards out of 25 total, by Thursday.

... and there are TOO many fackin' deadlines on papers and shit that staying through the late hours and straight 'til morning is becoming a habit. I don't even have time to go to movies anymore, or probably the October Fest and Boshears Skyfest... or even email my grandmother! ... and then there's my parents and friends bitching about how I'm not hanging out with them as much anymore because I'm just too busy for my own good. I should be lucky. I mean, I made it this far with 4 As, and maybe a B and a C, I dunno... but not getting out of Trigonometry in time would've threatened my graduation completely. I should be fucking lucky. And I got some teachers here depending on me to do this and that, make a radio intro for a school radio podcast nobody listens to, and college research and powerpoints, and this and that in Drama II, and...

For fuck's sake, everyone, just give me some fucking time!

I need me back. He's off in Eagles Nest, Minnesota and he's skinny-dipping with some Donovan or Kinks tracks playing on the record player or stereo. Little basterd.

- Ant

Oh, and another thing: Mr. Shouse, my 1st period teacher: 1) I'm typing this blogpost at my house on my own laptop, so there shouldn't be any "bad cop" ordeals going about, and 2) I'm having Economics next year for 1st period, but I'd still be interested in doing radio anchor.

Yeah, teachers here apparently look at my Blogger. Embarrassing? Not really. Awesome? Depends on the person reading...