I’m going to rant.
what better place to do that than tumblr at its finest. i’m pretty sure tumblr was made for rants. i can rant about tumblr’s main purpose being ranting. rant is starting to sound like a weird word after the multiple times i’ve used it in the last 3 sentances. i’m going to shutup.
not.
i dont know why i sign myself up for all this shit. yeah, yeah i love life and i love what i do, but i am so fucking stressed i don’t know what to do with myself anymore. i had my last sat session this morning and that scares me shitless. however, i was so happy when it was done because i was planning on grabbing a burrito maybe going to stonestown for some retail therapy and i was totally content with returning home to a night filled with homework and the latest episode of pretty little liars. sadly, i have just been informed my plans are not of the essence. i dont even know if i that means what i hope it means. i just got an email that lacrosse practice is still happening today. normally, i’d be fine with this because i actually like lacrosse, really i do. however, this morning at 8:47am i received an email saying that another hula rehearsal will be called on thursday night to “tighten” up our routines. sick. i don’t have a huge essay due friday morning either or anything. no no, or she’s not having rehearsal on tuesday at the palace of fine arts where fete numbers go on at 6:30 but our class doesn’t go on until 8:20 no that wouldn’t be the case. or its not like i dont have a game in dublin on wednesday and i’ll be skipping choir which i am not to fond of doing, and its not like i have another game on friday either. well, sadly. that is the case. in every case. honestly i want to skip everything and shove it all up my ass, sit in my roon and study for my SATs. a case again that is not likely.
this is my complaint, about the life i’v chosen and the decisions i’ve made. however, i will learn to deal with these extremely sucky circumstanes, because “never regret something that once made you happy” and yes i would like some butter with that corn. but this is my life and although it can suck balls hard, i’ve learned to love it.
