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Just for the record, I'm blogging and it isn't two am. CULTURE SHOCK I KNOW. I was actually in the middle of a nice hi-I'm-a-high-schooler-and-the-only-thing-that-gets-me-through-the-day-is-the-promise-of-a-nap nap, and a certain someone (cough Nick cough) texted me and told me that my last blog was too educational, boring, and not entertaining in the least. Then he demanded a new blog post.

So here I am. Screw naps, after all. I mean, it's not like we high schoolers nap more than the average three-year-old, relying on the promise of a nap to get us up in the morning. Oh wait...we do. Although in my defense, what else is there to do when I'm suffering through math in the back of a room of very clueless students, some - including myself - who don't remember anything they've ever learned, except tolerate the excitement of the teacher and dream about going home to sleep?

Yikes. That sounds really depressing. I promise it isn't; I just love to sleep and dislike hate want to assassinate math. (At what point is someone so important that they are "assassinated" instead of just "murdered?" I really don't think math is cool enough to be assassinated...)

Well, lots has happened since I last blogged. That's partially because I was a bad AP Comp student and missed the last (two?) posts we were supposed to do. Teehee...sorry, Cardona! But one of those not-posted posts is warranted; I don't plan on killing my blog. I don't need to take an ax/machete/bulldog/pissed off teenage sister to it; I want to keep writing :) Anyway...here's what's changed:

1. AP Comp is done. And I literally cried. I left AP Comp, went to MoPro, found Shreya, and stated that I was "already having withdrawal," motioning to Cardona's room. She immediately  took pity on me and tried to console me (denks Marbs)... Does the end of AP Comp mean I don't go in there anymore? Uhhhhh hellnahhhh. I was in there at least six times today. That just happens to be more than I would be in there on any given day when I actually had the class...
2. I'm officially an adult. This was very convenient: the first day of the new semester happened to fall on that one day where I came screaming and crying into this far-too-brightly-lit world...which makes for a good truth in "two truths and one lie" that occurred in Spanish at 7:30am. (Or in English, but we won't tell Profe that, will we?) I managed to put together hoy es mi cumpleaños to suffice for creativity in a class that a) occurs at 7:30am, b) demands that I am actually coherent and I'm not doing my bounce-around-the-AP Comp-room-after-having-caffeine thing - more commonly referred to as "The Julia Show," by Cardona - as to be able to function, c) function enough to speak well, and d) oh yeah, speak in a different language. And all after a long break from the language. You could say it's gonna be a long semestre. (Dear computer, I was trying to be clever by saying "semester." Autocorrecting that just frustrates me. Love, this annoyed Spanish student.)
3. I have a concussion. It's a long story involving Mr. Wayzata - which already has enough drama surrounding it - my head, and consequently, the floor. Needless to say, I have a nice excuse to miss dance for the next two weeks (at least)...bad dancer, I know. But concussions aren't too great to dance with (even though I'll have to for the Mr. Wayzata Pageant). Thank you, partner. My head also thanks you.
4. College shat. I have a potential music scholarship from Luther - the nice lady who heard me audition has "recommended that [I] receive a music scholarship" - and I have callbacks for a dance scholarship at St. Olaf. Yeyyyy college! Give me college (college men...uhhhwhat? I didn't say anything!). But I still have scholarship essays to do...so that's just delightful. I may or may not have one due tomorrow that I need to start ASAP. I'll just use my rhetorical skills and persuade them to agree with my argument ;) Side note: the cheesy AP Comp jokes CANNOT die. That would be a waste of eye-rolling.

Well, there ya go. Welcome to my current life! I need to do struggle through some math (thank God for best friends that conveniently have math during the same block but one room over), write myself a nice little essay on why I'm pursuing a career in journalism (which is kind of awkward, because apparently I'm pursuing a career in journalism now?), email my favorite photographer ever (insert the world's largest SarcMark here), and eventually sleep. Oh wait...I'm in high school. I don't sleep. Well, I guess I'll just use it as my motivation for the night! READYSETGO. I think I'll start with dinner first...

P.S. This is obviously not closure. I might do a super-delayed post about closure, but it'll probably happen on the last day of school...

P.P.S. Cardona told me to never use P.P.S. but she also told us to not include unicorns, and I did that on my last project and survived, right? I'll try to remember to blog more often. Even if that means I have to sacrifice my extremely-important-and-absolutely-beautiful nap time because Nick is bored and has nothing else to do but read my oh-so-interesting blog. Whatever....I need to blog more :)