Lol. That has nothing to do with anything I am writing. It just made me laugh. Anywho, on my mind today. I got my SAT results back this morning. Woot!
I got a 1250 out of the original 1600.
Or a 1700 out of 2400 for todays standards.
Okay. So, it's not impressive. I mean, I am not the next Einstein. But, I got the best in my school. By far, actually. The next highest person I have seen was 1400/2400.
I am in the top 85% of the nation with my reading and writing. Once again, I am not Japanese. But, for going to Strong Vincent. I believe this, beyond anything else in my life. Is going to give me motivation. I feel gifted and truly proud of myself for one of the first times in my life. I did what Strong Vincent told me I could never do. What I told myself I could never do.
And, I didn't study. I go both ways with my feelings on that, but I feel like beefing up before a test while it may be beneficial. Is no where near an accurate representation of anything except maybe. . . your ability to remember for a few days? But a better score is a better score. *shrug*
I am still happy. Severely so.
Getting this out of the way before more happiness ensues! Ashley thinks I cheated on her. And she feels like I ruined her life. She planned on going to Florida for college. I told her there was no way I would be able to pay for it. She told me she wanted to go to college in Erie because of family. Well, no. She wanted to go to college in Erie, for me. Which is shitty. Because, ask my parents. I planned to move wherever the hell she wanted to go. I wasn't going to be like " Nope, you're stuck here." Or be like, " Hey, I know you've been my best friend for years, and I love you more then life itself, but I'm going to go to school 6 states away from you." No. I would of done whatever it took to get in to school there, even if it meant working and saving up so I could. So, she blames me. It seems backwards. I mean, I would of done anything for her, but she lied to me, and in the process of doing so, she hurt herself. And. . . this is my fault. . . Oh. I get it now. Wait. Wait. Wait. What? It's okay. I told her I loved her more then anything and I'd never hurt her. In which she replied, " I need to go." Cool, right? I understand I hurt you for a bunch of reasons that didn't happen, and even some that did. But. . . you have manners. Use them, 'kay?
Back to the happy!!! Kenzie is super proud of me. She gave me like a million hugs today, and actually asked for them. Okay well, some. I love hugs. I am used to getting a million fucking hugs a day. Now I am so anti-social and not with Ashley, Kenzie is my only source of hugs. Plus, I love her dearly. A friendly kind of love. That I would kiss. That's about it. She's adorable and amazing just something is off. Maybe it's her boyfriend. Yeah, probably.
More happppppyyyy!!! Dragon Ball Z marathon continues! I am twenty-some episodes in and I have one thing to say. I love you Dragon Ball Z. This show is amazing. Not only is it full of awesome fighting, drama, hilarious jokes, amazing anime-ness, but it truly has a million and a half good messages per show. This show truly motivates me to go do things. I mean so many people constantly say "try your best." This pisses me off. My best blows. It sounds completely stupid but Dragon Ball Z is about going past that, and constantly pushing yourself to the next level. I know it sounds like a cult of some horrid sort, but truly the messages are there. The Japanese tradition of honor and pride is fed to the kids like candy in shows like this. It truly is a motivational and well intentioned show.
INB4 over 9000, and 45 minutes of Hyeeeeaaaaah!
It is more then that. You just have to be pensive enough to catch it I guess. I never did when I was younger.
I texted Lindsey. She is proud of me. =] Who is Lindsey? The love of my life. Okay, so she is my ASL coach from last year. This may have been mentioned at some point in the life of this blog. But, I love her. I would marry her if she was not you know, 10 years older then me. *shrug* She's still amazing.
Weiss is writing me a letter of recommendation letter. This is awesome for many a reason. A) He is a great teacher. B) He is a great guy. C) I think he gets me. He treats me like his son and I truly don't know how I would get through things without him. D) He writes awesome letters. E) He is an alumni of my college of choice currently!. Wasssup wit it!? . . . . I don't know. Black people say it. . . =[
What else is going on. Oh! oh! oh! Saturday. Me and Jared are apparently hanging out? You might be like, "what!?" But you heard correctly. I. have. plans. Will they actually happen? Maybe not. But I made them and for that I am proud of myself. I know it sounds lame, but I have like never really made plans with anyone but Greyson or Ashley. And Kassie. that's about it. And ask any of them. I failed at that like a pro. It's hard to make plans when your schedule is so infinitely open that people think you're desperate and or you are constantly making time for them. Honestly I just don't have anything in my day I can't move. I am a butterfly and shit.
Well here it goes.
This is me trying to live my life.
By your standards Ashley, your god awful standards.
I'll sit back and I'll watch the show. And I'll lay awake. And I'll watch the stars, as the collide!!
My life starts tomorrow I decided. Here goes nothing!
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