Okay. It's currently 1:44 am, and I've had this sudden urge to update this journal even though I barely have an idea of what I am to talk about.

_Yes.



Today I finished up the last of school with around 6 hours of nonstop math. I've recently discovered that I enjoy math problems the harder they get, because they're like these little puzzles that make you learn all these rules to solve. Of course, like anything else, they're highly frustrating and irritating if you have no clue what you're doing.

So I went to the review class, where I don't believe I learned much more than I already knew when I came in that morning, had an unnecessarily long lunch break, and then proceeded to the gymnasium to start the tiring Math B Regents. Joy.



I finished early. I always finish math tests early. Since I had a wealth of free time, I took at least three nappy naps, and when I wasn't napping, I looked around at all the people who were.

I really wished for scrap paper at that point. At least then I could doodle. -_-;

As soon I was given the clear to go, I shot up from my seat, grabbed my sketchbook and MP4 player, and started fast-walking to the door. I needed to go home and sleep nao plz. D:



Since that subject is obviously going nowhere, I'll change it.

My girlfriend, Kayla, is graduating this year. That means she's moving on to college and whatnot, and I have another year of High School to do. =/

She's seemed a bit uneasy as of lately because of it.


One thing that's been bugging at me about this whole thing is what college we'll be going to, and as such if we'll be able to see each other as often as we do now (which hasn't been very often).

Our original plan was to go to the same one as my sister and our friend, Savannah. There's at least one class I know I was aiming to take there and I heard the food's good. Really good. Gud fud.

But then, you shouldn't pick your college based on one class (that's not even going to be your major) and how gud the fud is. =/


_{Quick side story: Every year, I go to the award ceremony at school and get some little award thingy. Yay. This year, though, I decided not to go, since it would complicate travel plans to go to my dad's house, and because I was strangely unmotivated to do so. This first time I missed it, I didn't get just some little award thingy. I got a scholarship. Yeah. To a DIFFERENT college than the one I had planned on going to in the first place.}


And so, I had to choose between my original choice, where my sister and friends would be going to, where there was gud fud, where they had at least one class I knew I was interested in taking...

...and my now second choice, a smaller one with (apparently) a great art program and _{(omg... I think I just swallowed a bug.)} one that I had $15,000 a year for 4 years already paid to.


I've now been wondering where Kayla's going, since she said she can't take a year off as planned. If we were to go to the college that I got a scholarship to, then she'd spend a whole year without me. If she went somewhere else, it would be even longer. This issue seems to be more of a matter of learning to be apart than anything else, although that pains me to think about.


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Okay. Now to yet another subject.


So I'm on FaceBook now. Yeah. I used to be one of those people who still used MySpace and still am, but due to frequent requests of my doing so, I've made an account on FaceBook.

It doesn't come with all the pretty profiles and music choices and whatnot like MySpace did, but it's a little bit easier to keep in touch with everyone. My dad was even on it. A lot of people from my school are there, my distant relatives are there, my step family's there, and even KAYLA'S there.

I actually put that Kayla and I were together there, and my almost-stepbrother-thing started to spazz because he doesn't want my dad to know about Kayla and I, because if he knew, then he'd tell his fiance, my almost-stepmom-thing, and apparently she's against that sort of thing.

I, or course, don't really care. So I kept it there anyway.

I may hear about that in the nearby future. Hyuk hyuk hyuk.


...maybe one more subject...



Okay. So you know it's good for your skin to exfoliate, right? Well, there's these little pink things that gradually scrape away dead skin cells and whatnot that my mom had gotten a while ago, and I've been using them. I used one yesterday, in fact.

I got a little carried away, though.

I was aiming to get the little bumps off of my nose and make it nice and smooth. What I ended up doing was skinning the bridge of my nose to the point where it's a different texture than the rest of me.

It wasn't that bad at first. I went to bed, thinking, it won't be that bad. And so when I woke up, it came as a small surprise that I now looked as if I had fallen face-first onto concrete, smeared against the ground a small distance, and somehow avoided injury to any other part of me except for my nose.

And that is what I look like at the moment. Normal with a red blotchy-looking scabby-thing on my nose.


It is now 2:28 am, and my sister beat me to bed for once. I think I'll be getting off the computer now.