May 14, 2003
Summer Doesn't Live Up To The Hype

So the year's winding down, and this is about the time where your mind goes one of two ways: "screw this, summer's coming" or "omg i have to do good". Presently, I'm in the screw this stage, because as the cursor in Microsoft Word blinks patiently for an english essay, I'm writing this.

The days in counting are at about 30. And while most of the time I'm thinking "woooo i'm out of this hellhole," I think I might possibly be more nervous about summer than I am about the first day of school.

With school, it's about just getting the work done, and doing it well. You don't have a choice, really, just go to your classes and they'll tell you what to do. But who tells you what to do with your summer? Since I have sat on my ass for every summer of my life, I think that option should be eliminated. I need to do something else. There are five, maybe six things that I could do this summer:

1) Get a job. My mom is like, dead sure that I'm getting a job this year. And I never agreed to it. My argument was something along the lines of "I don't need a job. I don't buy anything. Look at me, I've had this shirt since sixth grade. I don't buy anything, I don't need money." I don't need money, and I don't want it. While it feels awesome to have a million twenty dollar bills in my wallet, I don't really spend them. All of my birthday money was spent on books. Lame? No I'll tell you what's lame. You.

2) Act. I think I'm going to do this, actually. While I'm no thespian, I've had my share of plays with parts ranging from a french maid to a turtle. (Molly Fun Facts: My only line as the french maid was "Oui, missoure" or however the hell you spell it, and I had two songs as the turtle.) And man, I hate Eric and his ADD and Karen and the TAPPING. So I'll probably have someone to bitch about in this journal thing. And since some people are getting frustrated that I don't update this anymore, well, I aim to please.

3) Start playing sports again. Sports huh? Well, I'm pretty lazy, and need a nap after running down a tennis court, and I don't like competition, and I have no motivation or incentive to play. So I guess what I'm saying is, I'm there!

4) Summer classes. I don't know why no one takes me seriously when I say this. And boy do I wish the teachers were just a little more vague about the courses. Frankly, I don't think I've gotten anything out of this year; not only because the teachers are dumb, but because I can't even take the classes that I want. I can't next year either. So I'm wasting two whole years in school. And it upsets me and why won't anyone just ANSWER ME when I ask whether or not North offers summer courses? Give me a yes or no, not your skeptical what-the-fuck-do-you-want-to-take-school-in-the-summer-for looks, and your why-am-i-bothering-to-listen-to-this-nerd replies. I'm lookin at you, Ms. Ballentyne.

5) Continue to spend every waking moment online. Why do I even do this to begin with? Being online sucks, there are like, 6 people I talk to. But the only times of day that I can talk to them are between 9 and 4 in the evening. And it's staying up at those hours that makes me so fucking lazy. So you know, I think I should avoid the computer.

And that's it. That's what my summer could become. Wicked.

- Molly{5:48 pm}

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