thoughts of the now.

*Junior year. It's intense.

*Anatomy & Physiology could be described as squirmish, gory, naked, awesome, pukish, neato burrito, and hilarious. Hilarious because my teacher is THE BEST and talks about how her husband shaves his arms and how her 7 year old son told her he could do sexy gymnastic moves. Neato burrito because I finally know what goose bumps are, and what lines the organs in my body, and why we blink and stuff. Pukish because I don't like knowing what's going on in my body. Just the word 'organ' makes me want to puke. Awesome because I currently still have a 100 in that class and it's not that hard to maintain it. Naked because there are a thousand pictures of naked people in our book. Our chinese exchange student exclaimed in the middle of class that naked American men were ugly...does that mean naked Asian men look better? Just a thought. Gory because because we dissect goats and cats and cows eyes and pig hearts and stuff.... And squirmish because she talks about no-no areas (reference to 'getting that asian booty'. if you know it, you are awesome.) and says the p-word, t-word, v-word, a-word, and s-word a lot. She says a lot of words

*Writing papers for my AP Language and Composition class and my U.S. History class reminded me of how much I love to write. I could write all day long.

*I love Phantom of the Opera. Like, too much. It's probably one of my favorite musicals of all time. I always think that maybe if I was Christine, I would stay with the Phantom in the end. Does that make me completely insane, dark, creepy, or anything of the sort...? I'm considering auditioning for the talent show, perhaps singing "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again". It's such a beautiful song.

*Apparently I am easily forgotten. It seems my lot in life. People come along, I am stubborn with my walls up around my heart, and over the years they slowly get me to trust them, slowly get me to open, slowly win my heart. But once they get me, they leave. Once I've finally opened up, trusted them, admitted to loving them...boom. Gone. It's happened so much in my life that I doubt I will ever truly open up to someone again. Or maybe I'm just waiting for the one to prove to me that they aren't all the same. I thought I had found him....but he left too. Everyone always leaves.