I figured later, in the truck, while staring at my two pathetic scholarships (one of which I'm almost touched by... explanation later) that I really should have driven separate from my parents. My temper was flaring and I was embarrassed, so naturally I wanted to bawl like a little girl. I couldn't take my eyes off my phone the entire 20 minute drive home. I was texting my friend like a madwoman just to keep my mind off of how lame I had ended up as a person.
I received two local scholarships. One was a memorial of a past art teacher in our school district. I didn't understand why I had received that scholarship until I looked over the plaque (that resides on some wall somewhere in the school, but I get dibs on it for my open house) and realized the past two years it went to creative students: graphic design and interior design majors. So that was the point I remembered that I had written my essay on why I chose my possible major, photography. Although I was probably the only art-minded senior who applied for the scholarships, I still got a wave of gratitude towards the man's wife. She gave me a card, which I later put on my wall, it says something along the lines of dreaming what you want to become. I really can't remember, but it was touching.
Moving on.
I figure this blog is just for me anyway. I don't care if no one reads it. I need to be able to read it later. It takes too long to write with a descriptive mind like mine.
So last night we saw the midnight showing of Terminator Salvation. I never saw a Terminator previous to this one, but I thought it was really good. And of course, Christian Bale and ...the hot terminator/human guy were just... mind boggling. After the movie I got home around 3am and started on my homework for the last day of school for us seniors. I finished my work around 5am, went to bed, read for an hour, then fell asleep. I woke up at 7:35, put on jeans and walked out of the house. I remember trying to figure out what was really happening and trying to shake the nonsense out of my head and realize what I was doing.
Work was horrifying. I had a hunting license malfunction and the printer went to shit. I was on the phone with 2 men from DNR for about an hour for different problems (because I refused to just let it go and let the boss deal with it) and I finally figured that out, but had no time to do anything for the second half of my shift. My bloody boss never answered her phone. I pretty much begged her to give me lenience and pleaded insanity due to senior chaos... but really it was all because my body was trying to sleep and I had to seriously put effort into doing real work.
This is lame.
I love Hayley Hoover's hair... she's wicked awesome.
kthxbai!!!!!
... we're (a good portion of the senior class) going to perkins at 5:30 befor Graduation run through and our senior picninc. =) mymother's/my idea!
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