Class up the wazoo

Mark My Words—It’s Gonna Happen This Time.

As I read through the syllabus for my humanities class—school starts in a week; I am so excited—I started to think. Every semester I say to myself “this is the semester that you’re getting straight A’s.” Usually I end up having one measly B that ruins the entire semester and while that’s acceptable and doesn’t hurt my GPA much, it still doesn’t fulfill my goal. In high school it was easy to get straight A’s…but in college—not so much.

But mark my words! This semester I am going to be a total and complete nerdbomber. I am going to do all the readings. I am going to do all the assignments ahead of time. I am not going to have to stress and pull constant all-nighters. I am going to keep focused. For one reason, my classes are a tiny tiny bit easier this semester. I don’t have any science, which usually takes up most of my brainpower. I love science, I live for science…but a break is gonna be nice before I have to compeletely delve into science.

The second reason that I am finally going to be the perfect student in school is that it’s my last semester at SPC. My last semester of the kiddie pool. Next semester is the real thing. The next semester is what I’ve been working towards all this time. By then I have GOT to have my shit together. No more messing around and finding excuses…I have to get it together. It’s my absolute last trial-run before I enter the big pond.

I am SO excited.

Oh and…40 days until I get a response from UF.

Not Attending My High School Graduation?

Well my procrastination skills along with my laziness and my inability to pay attention has put me in a heartbreaking position.

My original plan was to attend both my college AND high school graduation—just because I believe fully that the more celebration the better!

But alas, I have missed the date to turn in my money for the cap and gown to Clearwater High. It was Dec. 15th and it is Dec. 29th today. Today is a very sad day.

I can still try to talk to them and see if they can still order it…but If I don’t have a cap and gown then I don’t want to go :/

Maybe it’s for the better though. I always feel insecure at that school anyways…

I mean…I’ve moved on from that school. My days are over there. Why do I need to go to a ceremony there for the diploma? I didn’t even take all of my classes FOR that diploma there…and the ones I did take I didn’t learn anything from. So the only reason for going to my high school graduation would be for personal reasons of achievement. However, the insecurity of being there would probably overshadow any personal pride.

Yeah. So I’ll see. But I probably won’t worry about going. That’s a past time in my life. The college graduation is the one that I’ll cry at and trip over the podium at :) And I’m ok with that.

Je m’appelle Funny Bear & Final Exams

I’m sick. I’m diseased. I’m sneezing all over the place and fluids are flowing where they should not be flowing. I’m gross. And I have 2 impossible finals next week.

I have to turn in my 3 chapters of calculus homework on Monday and I’ve only completed one chapter so far…I have the Chemistry 2 exam Tuesday and I haven’t learned a thing (no exaggeration here) for the past 2 months. So I must re-learn these subjects and bust my butt to get everything done in the next 2 or 3 days while still keeping my sanity and one way I’m doing that is by staying up all night tonight in order to get this calculus homework pretty much out of the way :)

But it can’t be all work and no play, right? As my calculus break I learned the french chorus to this ridiculously awesome random youtube video I found a while ago. Don’t ask me about how I came to this video tonight, who the frick knows. But I came upon it once again and learned how to sing the chorus :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5H59Py7KApU

Lyrics ( I put my pronounciation next to the french):
Je m’appelle funny bear
je mappelle funny bear
je m’appelle funny funny funny funny funny bear
J’ai un p’tit ventre mou et un slip kangourou (gJay un ve-vonkray moo…ay un slee kangaroo)
je suis pas comme les autres tout doux moi je suis un p’tit loup (gJay swee pah com-ay zees doodoo…moi-zees ee-onte-loo)

Ahhh sweet victory. Learning a song in another language of which you don’t know. CHECK. Feels good. Back to sneezing all over my calculus notes!

FYI: It’s 4am.

It’s like when you ignore God’s existence until you actually have something to pray about

I’ve had a heck of a lot of unfiltered thoughts lately. I just don’t know where to put them and so now, after re-visiting ALLLL of my old sites, I am deciding to keep up with this blog again. I feel bad though. I’m only starting it again because I need to write :/ And also because the only reason I stopped was because I was spending less time on the computer. Lately I’ve spent a lot more of my time on here—ignoring homework has it’s drawbacks and one of them is the extra span of time you have to kill. And dead it shall be :)

I Never Thought That I Would Come to Such a Consideration

Lately I’ve been thinking. I keep up with a lot of internet sites. I have facebook, myspace, twitter, dailybooth, and tumblr that I go on everyday and whatnot. And lately I’ve been thinking…I don’t want to do them anymore XD I knew this would happen someday soon but I figured it would happen more when I went off to college and not anytime before that. But I guess not. So I don’t think I’m going to use tumblr or dailybooth anymore. Twitter I’ll still go on because my random thoughts need to filter out somewhere and facebook and myspace won’t really change because there is nothing to change XD So yeah…Go figure.