Things have been going slowly and hectic-ly (ha) as usual. I’ve created a theme for this site, but I still don’t have the time nor the computer to just sit down and do my lovely hit-or-miss coding like I usually do. I’d really like to upgrade and install new plugins, but alas… I have no machine.
The funds for my trip have been been coming in nicely, and I just sent a bunch of letters, too. Last time I checked, I needed $300 or so. It’s a nice big difference from the $2,725 that I needed at the beginning of the year. Now, I just need to get my clothes for the trip which means a shopping trip is coming up soon. Wooha.
Regional Teens Involved is in less than two weeks and guess who hasn’t prepared/practiced at all since Area?! At least I’ve been keeping up in my piano solo… Which probably won’t even matter since last year I practiced my brains out and still didn’t qualify. Anyways. I’m just glad that a lot of the things I’m entered in, are individual instead of group thus making everything stress-free since I don’t have to really rely on others.
I finally broke 100lbs. yesterday. It might not seem a lot to you, but I have the hardest time gaining weight due to an uber high metabolism.
I was also just accepted for the National Honour Society. W00t. Now, I’ll have a pin (and place it where?..), a stamp on my diploma (and enjoy it how?…), and have to pay dues (and this is good for the broke kid how?…).
I”m a little upset right now… (This’ll be a little more personal) I really would like to get my ears pierced again, but I’m hitting so many no’s. I don’t think my parents understand that I’d like to do this not only to express myself but also just so I can say it’s for myself. I do a ton of things to please my parents and those around me, and I’d just like to say ‘This is for myself.’ I’d like to just say, ‘This is why kids rebel, why my friend is off in a different state in a detention school and why when I finally turn 18 and have my own car, I’ll be out of the house and not coming back.’
I really just can’t stand living here anymore and being so suffocated. It might seem like I’m over-exaggerating and whining, but I’d really just like to be myself and my own person instead of doing what others expect me to do.
One more year. Just one more year.