my mother.

my momma is the best one out there. 

no really, i promise. 

we don't always get along, hell, when we fight run for cover. 

but somehow through it all, she has always remained in my corner.

she loves me unconditionally and has always put her children first. 

always, before her own happiness even.

sometimes i don't understand the method to her madness, but the older i've gotten the more i understand. i hope to be half as good of a mom as her one day. she is simply amazing my mommy is.

i love her loads.

woops.

i made him mad yesterday. 

he made me cry. 

it was all unintentional but it still happened. 

we exchanged "i'm sorry"s and all was well.

we never ever fight. when we disagree, we just agree to disagree. sometimes i wonder if it's all too good to be true. but then this happens and it's just sort of like life saying "it's great and all but it's NOT as perfect as you think it is. you're both normal people who will say things you don't mean, but it's okay. you're both okay.  so clean your face up and tell him you love him because even though you're crying because he was mean, you're still crying because he apologized and fixed it right then and there."

not much..

whenever he leaves and i hear his bike rumble down my street, i can't help but smile and think "that's mine" and love every second of it. 

i finally found a good one. 

super duper

i always swore i'd never be a super senior. i was ready to kill myself before i would go back but then this boy came along...

and the rest is history.

thanks to this wonderful gent for an AMAZING night. it most def topped my senior prom. 

finals

taylor stole my passwords for the week and guess who finished all her work??

this one. 

guess who lost all interest in facebook...

this one...

during finals week, i just wanna hit all the girls who get ready in the morning and i think that starbucks should have a loyalty program that gives out free coffee to students on finals week. 

i also just finished my math final. in 40 minutes..

i feel sick. 

the end. 

i have a home.

i took  a polysci class this semester. and i love it. it's just so interesting and i understand it. and coming from a math class that makes you cry, poly sci is the hug you need. weird right?

a month ago i met with my mentor and i mentioned that how not happy i was with my biology home, and how much i loved my poly sci class. so she told me to go meet with an advisor and figure if it's something i really want to do. i'm meeting with Michelle tomorrow. so true to my slacker roots, i met with a poly sci advisor today. and lemme tell you. i fell in love.

i have a home. i'm not a biology weirdo, i'm a poly sci weirdo. 

i only declared a poly sci associates but still. i am in love. maybe i'll be a biology minor. but she mentioned that for my senior year i can do an internship worth 10 freaking credits in freaking WASHINGTON DC. 

and i can literally get any job i want because a poly sci major is almost like a wild card.

phew. i have a home i love. 

i feel like this is what i needed to get me motivated. i have something to look forward to other than bugs and darwin. 

the next big battle is going to be telling my parents.. My cousin in a poly sci major and when my dad found out, he ripped her a new one. so lets hope he's moved on because i love this already. 

also, for my english final, i can make it into a blog!:) YES. 

then...I GOT A RAISE AT WORK!!!!:) 

also, i promised tay i wouldn't blog but i NEEDED to share.

i have a home:) 

blah

i feel like people either love high school or hate it. there's no middle ground. if you loved high school, you are almost guaranteed to love college. and if you hated it, you are guaranteed to love college more. 

i loved high school. no doubt. best 3 years so far. it's not like i was super popular and had TONS of friends. in fact, i didn't like a lot of people in my class, but i had friends i saw every day. i felt like someone cared about what i was doing and where i was going. 

then you get here, and it's ANOTHER 4 FREAKING YEARS of HIGH SCHOOL. 

only without your friends who made it bearable. you're on your own almost. seriously. i park, walk to class, sit down, not say a word to anyone, then leave. every day. it's getting really old. i never figured that the people who were SO vital during those 3 years would be gone.

THEN the whole mission thing screwed me. since my boy friends (as in friends who are boys. i only have one boyfriend) are 19, they're outie. and now all my gal pals are outie too. guess who that leaves stranded? 

ding ding ding..this one..

i can't WAIT to get out of this stupid school..and move on. i feel suffocated and like no one quite gets it. for the most part, i can bear it, but i can't anymore. i am literally going to pull my hair out and look like cynthia from Rugrats. 

wanna know who gets me?

t-swift. only not really. only her chorus gets me.