I'm going to be a senior. Eek. That's scary. I'm getting old. I still don't know what I want to major in. I thought I did, but now I'm not so sure. Eek. I'm ASB Secretary - I think. I have to swing by Branham and find out what's up, since I haven't heard a squeak out of them since summer started. I'm worried, I'm confused. Blah blah blah. I don't know what half my classes are, I don't know if I can graduate with my grades being what they are, and that sucks.
What's more, I'm going to have to get used to my very weird neighbor no longer being around to pester after school. Davy's going to start school at San Francisco State later this month, and he'll be moving up to his dorm later, too. So that sucks, too.
Man, I forgot about how stressful school can be when it starts up again.
Maybe I'll just keep running...