Senioritis

Ladies and gentlemen, fellow high school seniors:

Do you suffer from the following symptoms?

• Stress
• Confusion
• Entrapment in a time warp
• An endless amount of homework, and a lack of desire to finish it all
• An inability to answer the repeated question "ARE YOU GOING TO COLLEGE?!"
• Partial or full-on insanity
• The unyielding urge to sleep for twelve full hours at a time

If you answered yes to one or ALL of these symptoms, then you are suffering from Senioritis.

Senioritis is both a mental and physical condition, causing you to at times relapse to the behavior of a child, bang your head against desks, and eat lots and lots of junk food. Millions suffer from it each year. In the end, no senior is safe.

The cure?

Well... call me if you find one.

I'm nearing the end of my senior year of High School. It's been pretty good, up until now. I just have this unsettling itch under my skin that I can't scratch out. It's the fact that I'm not graduated now. I actually can't wait for it to be over with. That way, I could finally breathe again.

That is... until I have to figure out what I'm doing with the rest of my life.

My mom and I were talking about this, and we both came to the same confusing conclusion. Why is it that the world expects you to know what you're doing for the rest of your life at the age of 18? Heck, we're just kids! We have trouble deciding what we're going to wear in the morning and what we're going to have for breakfast, let alone what to choose as a career!

Sometimes, it seems clear to me what I'm going to do. I'm a writer! I'm a Councillor! I'm a lawyer! I'm a photographer! I'm an ASL Interpreter! Other times... it seems more like this.

Then other times, even that seems too complicated, and my imagination takes me down a few more notches.

Hm... now that I'm finding all these pictures of Squidward that sum up exactly how I'm feeling... maybe he's suffered from Senioritis, too. If so, that can't be a good sign.

Sometimes it feels like all my stress has attached itself to that spot riiiiight in-between my eyebrows, then gets heavier and heavier until it could pull me down head-first. It's probably naive to think that it'd all go away once I graduate (I probably don't know the definition of stress yet!), but I can't wait to just take a breather from school for the three months I can.

I'll probably start slow on the whole College thing. This fall I'll probably take a few basic college classes while I'm waiting for God to prod me one way or the other. Until then, I'll just have to read. And read. And read some more. And write. And do equation after equation... *sob*

Photo Cred:

Crazy Squidward "Spare change?" "Would you like fries with that?"

The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma...

Today has been hectic. I've had a million things to think about, stress over, and study for. At this point I feel totally burnt-out and brain dead. So... I thought it was a good time to take my brain of its leash and let it roam around a little.

The first thing that came to mind when I tried to think of something random was custard. Oh, man, that sounds good right now... especially if it's nice and cold. This is odd, because I didn't really think I liked custard...

I think I have a zit on my eyelid. How is that even possible? Who gets a zit... on their eyelid...? :O

I have watched the Nutcracker an insane amount of times this winter. Ever since some of my sisters were in their Nutcracker dance recital before Christmas, Katie (who's 3) has been thinking of nothing else. She's had visions of sugarplum fairies dancing in her head for far too long! Although, it is kind of cute how excited she gets over it...

We just got a new couch. It looks so... clean... compared to our old one.

My room's beginning to look like we let a rabid chimpanzee out of its cage to wreak havoc on its surroundings.

I'm wearing red skinny jeans. (DON'T JUDGE ME!) lol :P

Sometimes I think in quotes from Spongebob. (The title is proof of this)

I totally want to go in one of those wind-tunnel thingies that make you fly.

Fake cheese is soooo good.

I love my stuffed monkey from build-a-bear (Her name is Mrs. Lunky Monkey. Kenz... if you read this... do you still have Mr. Chunky Monkey???)

My finger hurts.

I think I'm going to get in trouble for not eating my broccoli. (Broccoli=EVIL)

Puppets scare me.

My feet are cold.

Ooh, I got a notification on Facebook.

My eyebrow itches.

If I don't sound crazy to people by now, then maybe everyone else is a little crazy as well. We should, like, get together and have an "insanity party" and run around like idiots. Get everyone to join in the madness!!!

Anyone else think llamas are hilarious?

Josh, if you're reading this... I'm tired. Can you tell? ;)

I need chapstick.

I'm hungry.

This post is rather entertaining to write but probably a pain in the neck to read.

Maybe I should get back to studying now. I'm think I'm scaring people. :P