"Let's go to the park..."

Okay, I know it's super annoying when girls say this, but holymotherofpearl!
... I have gotten very hefty and it is extremely upsetting.

Yet here I am, eating a bowl of delicious, creamy, penne (PEN-nay, NOT puh-NAY) pasta soup at 10:16 PM.

Sigh. Food is too good. I'm pretty sure that I would fail miserably as an anorexic...

Anyway!

It's back to the shores of reality for me. Play week was a ship that allowed me to sail on dreamy (and quite drama-filled) waters, but only temporarily.
... Okay, this is totally sidebar, but wow! Was that an amazing use of metaphor, or what?! I totally deserve a six on the LPI, now.

Right then. My mind is moving in every direction. I have too much to do! For example, useless piece of shit my grad transition plan has yet to be started/completed. Ha ha ha! Horrible. I'm not gonna graduate because of something as stupid as my grad transition plan. Goodbye, UBC... hello, Sprott Shaw. Or Devry. Or Academy of Learning.

... Just kidding. I'll start on my grad plan, soon. Tonight.
...Tomorrow.

One day.

AKFJAKLDJFADKLF.
I still have to study for the lit. test that I have yet to take. 'Cause, you know, I have to work to keep my A for effort because God knows that without those effort marks, I'd have 2% in lit. Honestly.
Oh! And math. Oh, math. Mathy, math, math. MATH.
... Seriously, what are we even learning about right now?!

I don't know. I just want to close my eyes and magically wake up to graduation/the end of high school.

Until then, you can find me attempting to be a good student.
In the words of Neil Buchanan (you know, the guy from Art Attack), "Tirrah!"