Gimme Some Slack

So it's Friday. The last Friday of Sophomore year. 3 1/2 days left. And this is a relief, because, you know what? I'm sick of rules! I'm sick of dress codes! I'm sick of homework, of waking up early, of being around people I can't stand all day every day! But guess what. In 3 and just one half days, it ends. I feel caged, like I can't be my real self, yeah, the one with a personality, whenever I'm in this stupid box. So yes, I'm slacking off a little. So sue me. If I'm tardy- I don't care! If I forget to finish a paper (that shouldn't have been assigned with a week left of school) yes I will BS through it in third hour! I'm letting go of my perfectionist ways, if only for this week. But that's all I need.
One thing has kept me going these past weeks. That's the thought, no, the anticipation of what I'm going to do. And here it is; le plan. I will dance my butt off to Diva by Beyonce. I will cruise my NEW CAR :) all over town, blasting my 'in tha car' playlist. i won't wear makeup. i won't straighten my hair. i'll go swimming every day. i'll eat way too many gummi bears. in essence, I WILL HAVE FUN! free from the rules of this rigid day-to-day blah that currently consumes me.
And I can't freakin wait.

You're makin' me blush

I'm thoroughly convinced I have- Tomato Syndrome.
Or Flushing Tomato Syndrome. Or FTS.
Ok, so it's not exactly a nationally recognized disease. I'm working on it.
So, here is a typical scene.
Person A- Hey Jessica, did you study for the Bio test next hour?
Jessica- Huh?! (freaks out; cheeks turn an unnatural shade of flame red).
Person A- Ha. Just kidding! That's next week.
Jessica- Oh. Phew! (and while she's relieved; her cheeks are not, and they remain the oh-so-attractive hue of Lycopersicon esculentum for most of the rest of the day).

Cause a Racquet!

Today, I realized what I wish I could do.
And that is- play on the boys' tennis team! Seeing as how girls' is only in the fall. And every single day I wish that I am going to- not soccer practice, but TENNIS. And I'm ready for a challenge! playing guys would be fun!
So I asked the coach today, joking of course, if I could just maybe join the team?! I'm good enough! :D
While not met with a resounding no, um...not counting on it. :P
I love tennis! but...in tennis... love means nothing. So where does that leave me?
mm, deep eh?

Hey!

So today is my first venture into the wonderful world of blogging. I guess I'll just dive right in. And why bother with a long life story? No one's reading this anyway! And if they do, they'll probably first make sure I have something worthwhile to say!
Hm, so I guess the first feature will be my pet peeves list. It's always fun to hear people whining about things that bug them, right? Thought so. And so, I begin. This is the school edition.
1. When people announce they: need to pee, are leaving to pee, or so on. YAH! does anyone care? I personally have listened to way, WAY too much bathroom TMI just being on the soccer team. And no, I am not going into detail.
2. Making out in the hallway. Um, ew. I don't care if neither member of the couple is "nasty" or if they look cute together- just, just- Ew! "get a room!" I'm tempted to shout as I dodge couple after couple, just trying to make it through the hallway alive; quite a feat as tired as I normally am.
3. Teachers with cliche phrases that they spit out over. and over. and over. "You never have a second chance to make a good first impression." Yeah, we know. And YOU never have to say that again, thanks. :P
Well, I guess that's about it for now!