SEN10R YEAR

has, so far, been really good. And difficult. I vaguely remember everyone last year being like "da da da, you think Junior year sucks but just wait until you're doing the same amount of work plus college" and me being like "shut up I have an English test."

I should have listened, not that it would have helped. But I have officially finished all of my early action schools, which is possibly the hugest relief ever.

Have you ever just been sitting around and all of the sudden realized how right your parents are? Like all the time? I will admit that I do not listen to my mother the first twelve times she asks me to do something, and when my dad asks me to do even the littlest thing I act like it's just such an inconvenience. But I've come to realize that they're usually right. They have a rhyme to their reason, if you will. They don't just have me do meaningless crap all the time, regardless of what I argue sometimes. oftentimes. Kay all the time.

But other than the sudden epiphany that my parents have brains in their head, it's the thick of Homecoming week at school, and its great. I love how the student congress comes up with random theme days and everyone participates and you absolutely don't look a dork when you wear something completely ridiculous because everyone is and so you fit in. I love it so much it makes me write run-on sentences. Take that, college.

But I really am so excited to homecoming. And its funny, because I'm not a dance person. I don't love getting dressed up and photographed and chauffeured around. But it's almost like homecoming is an exception. Like yeah, the getting dressed up part is kind of annoying, but the pictures afterwards are priceless. And the getting chauffeured around is weird, but the time spent with your friends (note: my group has 28 people.) makes it worth the weirdness. And even though last years homecoming for me was a complete and utter disaster, I can honestly say I am really, really excited for this years. Go West.

OH so since its been so so so so long since I've blogged, I'll just keep on writing.

This morning, I was awoken by my phone vibrating at five fifteen AM. I considered ignoring it, but because it woke me up and I knew I wouldn't be falling back asleep, i answered.
"Hello?"
"Kelly? What are you doing?"
"Sleeping. Who are you?"
"Heather. Are you planning on coming in to work today?"
"Well shit."

That's pretty much how it went down. I was so so so late for work. And that made me want to die, really, because I hate being late. And then I spent the entire day annoyed at how I was late and irresponsibly sleeping, which is really just ridiculous, but whatever. So sorry, Lifeguard Staff, for being late. I'm a bad person.

And with that, I'm going to go study for my precal test. Precal is going to kill me, btw, for anyone who happens to maybe be really good at precal and maybe just wants to spend more time with me. Either one, preferably both.

Pieces
Kelly

ps, Jaime made me so so uncomfortable about how plain my blog is. So I'm redecorating. And there goes the precal time.

Dear Claire,

I'm sorry that I am no longer going to visit OU the weekend of homecoming. I am not too sorry, however, because before long I will be traipsing across the campus with you while I completely disregard all of my home obligations and college applications.

also, 1212 Forever.

Love,

Kelly

ps Awagi has fallen out of my life. F.

At the

...end of all BBYO emails, there's this thing called an "undying love". Basically, you just type random fragments of sentences for things you're doing at the moment. for example
"with undying love and respect for college apps NOT, talking to Michael, buying iPhones..." for however long you want.

that's what this is right now. I don't have the energy to type a nice, entertaining blog. so here is my Undying Love for Tuesday, September 8Th:

Allison's notes, our parallel lives sometimes, shelving books in the library, precal is ruining my life, crying...sometimes, Kristin coming home for the weekend, missing my family even when I'm with them, being scared, simultaneously wishing i was already gone and being relieved I'm not leaving just yet, awkwardness, teddy bears in tuxedos, being world famous for something really kind of tragic, the last day of summer guarding being so sunny and great, Morgan being a library aide with me, mandatory bonding time for newspaper tomorrow, my lunch buddy, how annoying parking after lunch is, being a real human, getting caught cheering for someone when they aren't supposed to see you, Simmy hating me just as much as Dog does- i feel like all dogs have a vendetta against me or something, getting dressed in a locker room alone, being tired all the time,hating precal- did i mention that?, missing being friends with Chloe, who'd have thought I'd ever say that, kidding kind of, Jason's deli, the fact that my toe looks like it belongs on a corpse after my run in with the front door this morning while leaving for work, the nurse was nice to me today so that was cool, fitting in with the Wolf Pack, caring about that, my hair is recovering the lost inch from my haircut slowly but surely, the fact that I bought Michael's iPhone for twenty five dollars and a two liter bottle of Dr. Pepper, liking Dr. Pepper now, hating plan GWHTASHTHC because it was such a failure, being so so so glad I have a class with Allison, my homecoming group is freaking huge, trying to stop my profanity because it is getting so out of hand, Zoe and Me's pact that is so good for us, talking to Brett and Zeto for the first time in what seems like forever, the return of Curly Meatchopper into my life in a way I wouldn't have guessed before, Mrs. Clark falling off the face of the earth, this is such a quality undying love, missing Allie Simmons all of the sudden, deciding to text her, done, and being finished with the procrastination happening right now.

Pieces
Kelly

You Know

how when you're even a little bit crabby and your parents are like "god, you're so overtired"?

well I'm overtired.

Today, (yes today?) in precal, the FRESHMAN next to me was smacking his gum alllll over the place. And while this is definitely one of my biggest pet peeves, normally I'd just be mildly annoyed. but I'm pretty sure I almost punched this kid in the head. And if I hadnt somehow misplaced my ability to talk to people I don't know recently, I probably could have asked him to stop.

But I didn't.

Instead I just sat there, silently seething for 50 minutes.

God. I really hate gum chewers.