Another Sleepless Night (more like not wanting to sleep)

As a very certain result of boredom, and blog envy, I have created this. Also, I want a fresh place to blog about my journey into true adulthood. No more LiveJournal blogging, which was just me complaining about life. No, this will have real substance. Hopefully people will find a reason to read it and keep reading it. I know I can write, and I know I can write well enough to ensnare readers and have them begging for more. Maybe I can finally do that with non-fiction.

We'll see. It's now Monday and of course, this is a school day. I would blog about the last 3 days of school, which was the beginning of senior year, but I haven't much to say.

Okay, I lie. I do have a lot to say. I'll try to keep this short as I can, since I tend to ramble. The very first day(s) of my final year of school was rather interesting. For the very first time, I am completely happy with my schedule and it does not require any changing. Interestingly, I don't like my classmates much. Only in a precious few classes. Otherwise, its all about my teachers - none of them are batty like last year's English hag.

Above all, however, I'm looking forward to my theatre class because that's where I really shine. That, and creative writing, and both have the potential to turn out amazing, or equally, devastating. I hope for my sake, not the latter.

Now, the most curious thing about this year seems to be the fact that the freshman have managed to get smaller, and they now resemble elementary schoolers rather than 9th grade hooligans. The fact they still act like elementary school kids doesn't help, either. All in all, I'm going to avoid them at all costs, excluding the (thankfully) few classes I'm forced to be around them in.

To wrap things up, this is indeed going to be an interesting year. ASB card pictures are on Thursday, then I have my actual senior yearbook photo on the 26, and sometime this spring I'll be getting my professional senior pics done. I intend to join FFA if I can, and anime club, and, schedule permitting, possibly GSA. (Gay Straight Alliance) And maybe, just maybe, I'll have a glimmer of hope at getting my license. Not likely, though, seeing as how I failed more than miserably when I tried last time. We'll find out on the 19.

But for now, I think the fancy, huge great blue thing behind me that is commonly referred to as a bed is calling my name. I must answer...