Me and my father watched Escape from Alcatraz with Clint Eastwood. Very interesting, but I felt incredibly sleepy and ready for a nap 85% through it...
I've been reading like a madwoman lately and I think it really reflects in my writing. I took my SAT today, and I'm pretty confident in the outcome. If I get a horrible score, It's only myself that is the ultimate failure, and in nothing else. The way I retain information may not be the the most blessed but the confidence I have in my writing and English skills can go a long way.
I'm tired, I have to take a mock exam for history tomorrow. The JOY. I need to study art history, get my ass in line. All I really do is look up pictures of rock stars and drool. I want to be Brody Dale. :)
Ever since I actually, truly thought of becoming a journalist and pursuing the least bit of confidence in my writing the outcome was fierce. Music journalist, maybe? I've kind of come to the conclusion that I am just a delusional miscreant in this world and I just need to be myself. Not this hardworking, sickly skinny lawyer that every man finds attractive.
I'm tired but the steps to my chair and bed look a mile away. Today I realized that the Richard Nixon Museum is incredibly boring and I wish I didn't waste my mother's money, but I desperately needed APUSH extra credit. Why did I take so many damn AP classes? I don't even have time to write to my pen pals, let alone breathe.
Okay, okay, okay. I need sleep.
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