treading water, just to keep from slipping under

And she wonders where she's supposed to be.
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I have realized my love for Superchic[k] runs deeper that water. I remember sixth and seventh grade when I was completely addicted.
Now, you can say I'm a complete loser for turning to secular music. Okay, not really. What I'm saying is...that I feel like a worse person today than I did back then.

You probably have no idea what I'm babbling about. Which is fine. I have decided to break it done into simpler terms. I've picked up a habit of using rather large and complex words in my sentences, thanks to Debate.

I think I'm not going back to that class next year. Mmm. Who knows?

Ah, yes. Where was I? Oh. I feel worse now because I feel like I've been too orientated with the crap that's happening in my life, rather than focusing on the positive. Jesus and I have been chatting, and I think it's time that I stop thinking about the Boy of the Year and start spreading His Word out.

Yes, Boy of the Year. As with Angela-tradition, there will be a boy that I am completely head over heels for. Said-boy will implant himself in my life for a year or so (Tyler was an exception- he managed to stay in my head for a year and half, or more) and I will suddenly decide to attempt to get over them and write a book about it. The end.

It's depressing, really. Especially when my resolve breaks so easily. I hate it.
Boy of the year is a Debate/Forensics kid now. He likes a girl that I don't know. I don't even like this boy. I mean, I barely know him...but it was just one look.

Just one look made me fall. I don't even think he knows my name.

...my birthday is right around the corner.

-Angie

the dog days are over

Florence + The Machine. A band I would be listening to if my computer charger wasn't broken. I'm actually pretty sad about that because:

a) I can't type up any new stories.
b) I can't update my iPod
c) I have to wait until my birthday to get a new laptop.

Sigh. Oh well. Anyhow, I want to mention, to some mysterious rich benefactor, that I would like a Wacom Tablet for my birthday. Yes. Send it to my PO Box.

...kidding. I don't want any stalkers. I already have a lot.

So, today, I attended World History-passed notes with Scott as we contemplated the meaning of life as we took Industrial Revolution notes-, Algebra 2 Honors-whose homework I must complete...right now-, and Debate.

Dear heavens, I don't even want to talk about Debate right now. All I know is that I have a Speech Tournament on Saturday and I'm scared out of my wits. Can I please not go? Please? I'll even eat asparagus. You know how much I hate asparagus.

Um, besides that. My goal for October is to be featured on TV Tropes. I'm not kidding.

I hope you all have a pleasant Friday. Mine will be hectic. Hurrah.

-Angie

i think i hate you

I'm not very happy with myself right now. I feel the pressure of being an honors student, the pressure of being a sort-of advanced debater, the pressure of being a ridiculously good writer; I feel it all.
and I hate it.

Dear World, I hate you.
Dear Angie, the World hates you too.