I am reading the most fantastic book ever, the virgin suicides. if you ever get the chance, read it. It’s a coming of age tale of these 5 daughters who each commit suicide. so it sounds gory, but who the hell cares?! I mean, whatever floats your boat right? i was talking to somebody, and they said it was sort of sad that i read all these depressing books, and i said so? I mean, honestly, why does it matter what books im reading? As long as it makes me happy, and floats my book, then why should the rest even matter? that’s bullshit.
My grades suck. And i dunno when the end of the quarter is. I felt like such a hypocrite yesterday, because, i was eating a hot dog and drinking a coke while writing a paper on obesity. haha. i just got a kick out of it…i don’t know about you. But other than that, I just feel as though school sucks. I’ve got great summer fever, and i just want to be able to wear shorts, and tan, and just be out of school! It sounds weird, we’re going to be JUNIORS next year. I don’t know what about JUNIORS makes it so big, maybe it’s the whole college thing, or being upperclassmen.
