New semester tomorrow. I'm really nervous about how it's going to go. I've got two college classes, one foreign language, one science honors, one regular science (Chemistry.... gag me with a pitchfork), and my only easy class is English. I was excited until I looked them over.... yikes I am in for it this semester!

I guess you guys, by now, will realize that I'm always posting about school and never (usually) about anything fun. I have no social life, but I'm okay with that. I know that I push people away because I'm not blonde, silly, and changeable. I don't care about what others think and don't spend hours in front of the mirror each morning- I don't care about frivolous little things (except knee-high socks, I really love those). I have my own unique sense of humor, one that involves teasing people kindly, but somewhat mercilessly. I know that I push people away because I'm not like everyone else... Is this the sort of thing that ends in high school or am I forever doomed? Eeeek!

But you know what? I'm okay with the way things are. Because it is better to be by yourself and content than to have multitudes of friends with whom your relationship is an emotional roller-coaster.

I'm better safe than sorry.

Death x Illness x Misery SQUAREDe

Finals tomorrow. Are you crossing your fingers for me?! PLEASE!

It seems like I do stuff like this a lot....

I look hideous. *Steven voice*

Today, I looked at stairs. I don't normally look at stairs unless they are magnificent in some way. However, these specific stairs had very slick carpet on them. If you're anything like me, you're thinking the same thing that I was thinking:

LET'S SLIDE ON THEM!!!!

Well, to make a long story short:
I slide on my stomach, head first, with my arms at my side instead of covering my face. It didn't start out too well, so I thought I was going to figuratively crash and burn. However, about half-way down the stairs I started gaining speed, and by 4 steps down, I was going pretty fast. Since my arms were glued to my sides, I didn't stop my face from scraping against the previously wonderful carpet. My face looks like I got in a minor fight. My nose has a vertical cut/smudge/whatever-the-heck-it-is and a bruise down by my nostrils. In between my nose and my lips -in my would-be mustache area- I have bruised/given myself a nice carpet burn that stings like the DEVIL! I also have disgusting gum scraped off of the inside of my mouth. I'm in pain, and I look like someone who got pushed out of an airplane (with no parachute) and landed on their face in the middle of the intersection on Time Square, got their nose kicked by two bratty little kids crossing the sidewalk (pedestrians are even becoming more cruel) and then stepped on by their overweight Pitt-bull, got their mustache area torn apart by a nasty gang who were all-too equipped with razorblades, and finally got their inner lip cut by an Italian pizza maker who couldn't handle the violence outside his store.

My Life Today in a Nutshell

If you were to log into my Yahoo! email right now, you would see an advertisement for something-Jilian-Michaels related. You would also notice that she looks like a MAN with a skinny stomach and long hair (parted down the middle). Yikes. It was super scary; I'll be having nightmares tonight. Maybe we should rename her Julian, though. Julian Michael. That way she has TWO boy names. Is this illegal? What I'm saying about another person?
Also, forgive my fragmented sentences. I'll blame it on:
The re-readingness of the Hunger Games trilogy this break

... But mostly on my fragmented brain. I'm studying for finals. This was a fun 3-minute break. Now, back into the heap of papers. Headfirst.