I've neglected this for way too long.

Actually, I really don't think I'd be writing now if it wasn't for the fact that I am supposed to be somewhere not here, that I wish to be at a place not near to either where I am or where I am supposed to be, and that on the sixteenth of next month I'll be an ocean away from all three.

Europe, again. Though this year it will be different. This year my sister is coming as well. This year my grandmother will be returning from the hospital only days before we arrive. This year I won't have the security of knowing I'll be welcomed back by friends as the school year starts.

Wow, this is turning out to be a cheerful entry.

Anyways. The place where I am supposed to be is my ballet class. I decided not to go because, well, I don't really need the practice for the recital that much at this time, and I do need to finish up all my Astro/Geo missed work and my Meaning of Life paper. You can only imagine which one I am currently working on.

What really bothers me about the meaning of life paper is that, chances are, she won't even read them. I mean, it's the last day, she has one day before turning in our grades. I doubt she has yet graded all of the papers we turned in at the beginning of the quarter. There is absolutely no way she'll be able to read and grade some thirty or so six or more page papers in the time she is giving herself.

What really bothers me about life is that people like Rob Gruss get the recognition they do. Nothing against him, but I've been sitting next to him all year and there is no way in hell that he is even passing English. Which really makes it very difficult for him to be one of the highest ranking people in our class, but lo and behold, he is.

And while we are on the topic of things that bother me, I would be lying to my self and my country if I did not mention a certain person whose initials are D and T, who has been in every one of my math classes since eight grade, and with whom I've had the distinct lack of pleasure of sharing at least two classes per year for the past four years. If any of you are still wondering, DT is in our English class. Yes, that DT. Enough said.

And now that I have said all of that and succesfully managed to avoid doing work that I should have been doing for a lovely half hour, I must with sadness depart.

Your Heart is Red

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