I never got to go to the beach this year. That's maybe the first time ever and it's sort of sad. If there's one thing I hate it's endings: endings of movies, endings of nites, endings of traditions, etc. My family has gone to the beach ever year since I was born pretty much and the few years when I couldn't go bc of college I went with other people. Wow, There's a few weeks of the year left, maybe we can just go to VA Beach and stick our toes in.
I got sad Sat nite when the Edenpark show was over, *ending of nites*. I ended up just leaving because I didn't want to be disapointed by it not ending how I wanted it to. I'm so glad Vanessa called me on the way home and my mom and Ali were awake when I got there. How depressing if I had gone home to a sleeping house and tried to fall asleep in the cold den. Much better to be welcomed with a Christmas tree decorated with a zillion lights (my doing:). I love Christmas trees, I love the lights. They're even efficient in providing heat.
An ending I do not get sad about is the semester and finals. I have to take my bio exam in about 7 hours, am I ready? no. Am I buckling down yet? Nope. Am I stressed? Not really. Should I be? I'm thinking yes. I have 6 pages of typed out notes. I'm not very good at taking tests anyway, I go blank the second it's handed out. It's sort of like if I didn't know it from hearing it in class I'm screwed. My way of learning is by writing it down about 10 times at least-that's impossible to do with 6 pages of notes. I need a new way of learning. Does cheating count?
ps. kidding about cheating.
:: Miss Scarlet 12:51 AM [+] ::
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