Right now, I'm really really thirsty. Sometimes I wonder if maybe when I write while I am craving something and not really satisfied, the tone of my writing is tense and rigid. As opposed to being all satisfied with my current surroundings and all, my tone will be all happy and lively. Who knows. Right now all I'm thinking about is what kind of drink I should acquire and the means of doing so...
But anyways, things have been fun. Overall, the ending of school, well the lasting days are nice. It's weird because I know it will be my last time walking the streets as a current Stroudsburg student. Now I will just be considered an alumni, already having my somewhat large footprint on the sturdy floors of my Alma mater. I really can't recollect the impact I've made. I mean, sure I've been in a lot of activities, knew a lot of people, had deep conversations with a lot of them too, but I can't really be sure on how much of a contribution I've made to my school. I know I'm one of those kids who kind of sort of live at the school. I wouldn't mind having my own bed in the music room or the orchestra locker room. Seriously, I don't mind the place - except when Joan is lazy and leaves all her dirty clothes everywhere (especially her shoes) that causes quite a problem, not to mention a raunchy smell that only envelopes the area that it's occupying.
Overall, I've had fun. I'm happy on the choices I made. I don't have any regrets, I consider them all learning experiences. I mean, if it weren't for those "bad" choices I made, I probably wouldn't be the person I am today.
Okay so the projects I mentioned in early posts, I got 100's on. For Philosophy, even if I got a 100 on it, my grade would of still got to be a 91. So my teacher said the project was "really good" so somehow he bumped my project grade to a 102 or something to that effect. It was really great considering I worked hours on that thing and it turned out to be excellent. And plus, I don't have to take the final. I'm actually kinda curious on how the final is going to be, so I'm going to class that day to check it out. I know, nerdy and absolutely curious of me to do such a thing. In addition, I'm also really tempted to work on the essay myself.
My ecology project was crap. I mean, I worked hard on it, but I know Mr. Ross was such a lenient grader that I shouldn't have spent more time than I actually should. It was an easy A+ to say the least.
Though for my Global Issues-Men In Black presentation, I'm not sure what my grade is. It is probably a 100 considering Daddy Kurnas noticed the time and effort I put on that project.
Wow now that I think of it, I really spent a lot of time on those projects and those were my last projects of my high school career. Wowzers.
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Now that I finally have a drink (chocolate milk), I'm really tired. Though I have an urge to read the latest issue of Marie Claire that is on top of my bed. I was reading it last night until 10:30 where I fell asleep reading it. I wasn't bored with the magazine or anything, however I was just tired from working on all those projects. At least I had a wonderful outcome. You always have to work your hardest no matter what because the work you present kind of presents yourself, basically who you are within that project/essay/presentation, etc. That's what Van Gogh said.
This is kind of random, like pretty much everything I say or do, but I've always wanted those kinds of lights that I could dim. My mom has that, in her room. Now that I think of it, if I need to wake up, I could put on the high power variation of the lights, while for a nice, romantic setting with B-Hat, I could sort of dim the lights, sit able to see his beautiful face.
However, now that I'm leaving for college in a couple months, I suppose I should just wait on the whole dimming lights and wait until I buy a house/sexy ass apartment/cool cottage on my own. We'll see.
Maybe I could just live in a palace.
With a couple dogs and a few swell cats.
