Five Day Weekends Do Not Suck At All.

So, while I fully intended to go to school today, I only made it through first period and about 10 minutes into second.

Then I remembered I had to register for Clark this morning instead of tomorrow, so I quickly ran to the bathroom and called my mom.

She then called the attendance office and instead of just going home to register for classes then coming back, I got to stay home the whole day, BECAUSE MY MOM IS AWESOME.

And tomorrow is Senior Skip Day, and then Monday is Memorial Day so today begins my five days of sweet, sweet freedom.

"Beth" as done by Glee is currently on repeat on my itunes.

I am not ashamed of my love for that show.

Not one bit.

I know everyone who knows a senior in high school is probably sick of hearing about graduation, but I can't help but talk about it.

I mean you only leave the suckville that is high school once in your life.

And for me, that is in two weeks.

High School really was not that bad, but I definitely wouldn't try it again.

I can't wait to be out of there. I will miss a lot of the people, but let's face it, most Battle Ground graduates end up at Clark anyway, so it's more of a "see you later."

I won't miss certain people, though.

I'm going to try this whole, "Once we graduate I'm slowly going to work you out of my life" thing.

Sounds harsh, but much needed.

It's time for some new friends.

Tomorrow I'm picking up Pri (only the world's coolest Italian) and we're going to Clark to visit our friends who go there.

Seeing as most of my friends go to Clark, I couldn't think of a better way to spend a day off school.

Okay this blog is crap.

When has my writing turned to SUCK?

Sleep is for Chumps.

Today has been quite eventful, and even though I am seconds away from falling asleep, I'm going to write until my eyes close.

So if all of a sudden you read, "Today was aweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee(etc)" it means I've fallen asleep on the keyboard.

I think I knew today was going to go well when I picked up Carmen this morning to go to Starbucks and she bolted from her house to my car and back to drop off her wallet and then told me she had done stretching so she'd be fine.

SERIOUSLY EVERYONE NEEDS A FRIEND LIKE THIS.

We then went to get some tea (which ended up being disgusting, but that did not stop us from trying to enjoy it) and lurked in the drive thru.

And by lurk I mean used the zoom on my camera to get a picture of an employee out of the window.

There may be a future in the spy field for Carmen or I.

I was such a baby about going to the gym tonight.

After contemplating for an hour, I decided to put on sweats so I'd be more apt to leave.

Then I just complained about going, but went to my car anyway.

By the time I got to the gym I was fine and ended up having a really really good workout.

I complain far too much sometimes, but luckily I could text Blake the whole time.

This entry really has no deep meaning or purpose, I'm just trying to dump out the contents of my brain.

I have the start of a sore throat, which is either the start of a cold or the result of me singing at the top of my lungs to The Killers last night in my car.

When The Killers come up you have no other option but to crank up your stereo and belt.

And that I did.

I have three weeks left of high school.

Whoa.

I can remember having meetings with my school counselor in tenth grade looking at how to graduate early or switch to online classes or become an exchange student or ANYTHING to get out of there.

Now I've got three weeks and I have no idea how it all happened so fast.

But I'm not scared or anything, just excited.

For one, I no longer am required to attend school. Not that I won't of course, but no one is forcing me to.

Also, this whole growing up thing is too exciting to be scary.

In a few years I should be working on my first novel, or traveling, and those have always been my dreams and they finally get to happen.

Perhaps I sound young and naive, but the world is out there just waiting to be explored.

And I am going to miss some parts of high school, but for the most part I'm really not sad about leaving.

Especially because I know this town and most people will not leave it.

I will, though.

Eventually.

I am getting to the point where I am almost too tired to write. Almost.

I guess it's been a while since I've written about my love life (or lack thereof) but there really is absolutely nothing to update on.

I've still yet to acquire a boyfriend (although we may as well consider Harry Potter as my boyfriend since all I do is read about him) but I'm pretty okay with it.

I'm not really looking for a boyfriend at all.

To be honest I just want more guy friends. Yeah, I bolded that. That seemed a bit unnecessary.

Guy friends have always been more laid back and more fun to talk to.

Yes, a boyfriend would be great, but I just don't want to find one right now.

Not that I'm not crushing. Because I am. And Blake finds it necessary to tell me daily that I should get over myself and date said boy but she can shut up.

Really, I would just like some more guys to hang out with, not one that I am constantly trying to impress.

I want a boyfriend, but I'm just so blah about it right now.

We shall see.

Well, we can now conclude this writing for tonight.

None of this showcased my ability to write, it's just rambling.

But I should probably go to bed because I have school in the morning.

And my dog keeps sighing heavily like he wants me to put up my laptop.

Our Generation.

This is my first blog during BEWM (Blog Every Week in May) which Izzie and I will both be participating in, so I've decided to write about something very important to me, which is my generation.

With a mere six weeks left of high school, I will soon be entering what is known as the "young adult" part of my life.

And while to some this may be a terrifying thought, I cannot wait.

Because at that point I may actually start to encounter people my age who earn the title of an adult.

I have spent the last four years of my high school career watching almost every single one of my friends change into people who they said they would never be and it's exhausting.

I'm done with the "I'm going to try and help you become a better person" method that I tried for so many years.

Now I'm just done.

I've opted to stay clear of things like drugs, alcohol, and sleeping around because I know those aren't in any way beneficial to me. I cannot, however, say the same for the majority of my friends.

And that's fine.

We are teenagers, and if they want to explore all this new found freedom far be it from me to stop them.

But I just don't see the point. I hate the idea of not being connected to reality, and when under the influence that is gone.

The amount of respect I've lost for so many people my age is massive, and I've always known I do not want to be one of the people who others look down on because of their choices.

Of course this problem did not start with our generation and it surely won't end with ours.

It is nothing new for a teenager to discover alcohol and the lack of inhibitions it gives you. I just wish that more people my age would see that good decisions hardly come from an increase of booze.

And as if the lack of respect isn't enough, it's like people don't think of the consequences.

I don't mean to get all "you will die if you drink" but I know how poorly kids my age drive, and when you add liquor to that, we're doomed.

The number one cause of death for 15-20 year olds is car accidents, and 30 percent of those who die had blood alcohol levels that were over the legal limit.

Do they not get why this is dangerous?

It just pisses me off beyond belief that our generation is willing to get behind a wheel drunk and put lives in danger because they are too stupid to do the right thing.

No one should need to die because someone else decided to drive drunk.

I recently heard the quote, "Do not speak unless you can improve on the silence" and I feel this is something my generation needs to hear.

Some may think I can incredibly boring because I don't participate in parties that involve drinking, drugs, or random hookups, but I'd like to think that by refraining from these I'm improving our generation's reputation.

By making all these poor choices is anyone improving the world? No.

There is really no good that can come of it, aside from feeling like you fit in for a few hours.

This is a battle I've been dealing with for four long years now, and while it is impossible for me to end teenage behavior, I can continue to refrain from it.

Soon enough I will be out of high school and thus less likely to have to sit and listen to all the drunken mistakes people have made, which is a relief.

Perhaps by neglecting to party I will never fully understand or fit into this generation, but at this rate it's really not a generation I want to belong to.