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Yeah. I'm really dizzy and sleepy. I ate a lot of sugar today... haven't been eating much sugar at all since I implemented the no-more-big-butt plan... so I spent the whole day with a tendency to bump into things and fall asleep a lot. Almost made it out of school for a donut run during jazz band, which would have been my first time successfully sneaking off-campus (and it's my senior year, so I feel like I should hurry up with this sort of thing), but I was with Elliott and Ainsworth and none of us had the presence of mind to think of something that could be in Ainsworth's that would take 3 people to carry when Mr. Boudreaux stopped us - so close to the car - and asked us where exactly we thought we were going. So we went meandering back to the band room and Mr. Allen went instead and brought us back vast quantities of donuts and sausage kolaches.
So that's why the "whee." Because I've been on a massive sugar high all day. Mrs. Garcia was giving away free cookies and sodas left over from Spanish National Honor Society induction last night (once again I have avoided joining SNHS, hah!), so I ate quite a few cookies in 2nd period... then the donuts and kolaches in 3rd... then drank my free sugary soda... yeah, my poor, poor body is going to be all sorts of confused tomorrow when I go back to behaving myself.
In general, though, I've decided that all concerns about the size of my butt can wait until after I'm into college. I am simply too stressed out to think about whether my pants fit right now. I have to fill out a wide variety of forms and write about a thousand essays. Oh, and do transcript requests. And fill out this "goldenrod," many-questioned form so that my new counselor might have a clue who I am when she has to fill out recommendation forms, since everyplace but UT requires them.
God. I'm so sleepy. I'm going to go try and force myself to write. It hasn't been a pro-writing sort of day, though. It's been the sort of day where I spend a lot of time cussing and throwing my pen at things because I can't seem to compose a coherent sentence. Anyway. I'm going to try. Good night.
So that's why the "whee." Because I've been on a massive sugar high all day. Mrs. Garcia was giving away free cookies and sodas left over from Spanish National Honor Society induction last night (once again I have avoided joining SNHS, hah!), so I ate quite a few cookies in 2nd period... then the donuts and kolaches in 3rd... then drank my free sugary soda... yeah, my poor, poor body is going to be all sorts of confused tomorrow when I go back to behaving myself.
In general, though, I've decided that all concerns about the size of my butt can wait until after I'm into college. I am simply too stressed out to think about whether my pants fit right now. I have to fill out a wide variety of forms and write about a thousand essays. Oh, and do transcript requests. And fill out this "goldenrod," many-questioned form so that my new counselor might have a clue who I am when she has to fill out recommendation forms, since everyplace but UT requires them.
God. I'm so sleepy. I'm going to go try and force myself to write. It hasn't been a pro-writing sort of day, though. It's been the sort of day where I spend a lot of time cussing and throwing my pen at things because I can't seem to compose a coherent sentence. Anyway. I'm going to try. Good night.
