Paranoia, Prom and Henry David Thoreau

Precisely two weeks ago at relatively the same time as now, I took the infamous ACT. Last Tuesday, the gentleman who sat directly next to me said "Have you recieved your scores yet?" To this I said no, they hadn't come. He then informed me that his had. This makes me wonder if I filled something in wrong, because the ominous threat from the proctor was "Fill everything in completely lest it take around 8 weeks to grade." Hopefully it comes today. Hopefully I did well. I had a nightmare a few nights ago that it came and I got an 18. I woke up in a cold sweat. It was absolutely terrifying. When I told my mom and friends about it, the common response I recieved was laughter. I didn't think it was a laughing matter at all! To me it was completely serious and awful! Some friends I have.

Seeing as it's less than a month until the also dreaded Prom, tensions are starting to fly high in my brain. After hearing about it from my fellow female peers since March, I'm completely sick of it. Literally, all anybody wants to talk about is "OMG! You have to see my prom dress! It's the b.o.m.b! I can't wait to look to slutty in it! But wft, I haven't even been asked yet. At least not by the person I want to go with. My life is so lame! Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" I can handle that for about 0.2 seconds. If a lady wants to have a legitimate conversation about prom with me using proper grammer and not saying "like" every two words, I'm completely open to it. BUT! When chickas are all like "OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!" it's absolutely nerve racking. No fake. My tolerance for unwitty teen-age girls is analogous to my tolerance for dead ducks.

Yesterday in English our teacher passed out another AP practice test for us. The passage on the first page was titled Walking with no listed author. My teacher said "If you can tell me who the author of this piece is I will give you a cookie." Why is it that we try so hard for a cookie in life? Anywho, the first words that [unwillingly] came out of my mouth were "It's either Hemmingway or Thoreau." One of my unlucky peers sniped me and said "You can't guess two!" So of course, I chose Hemmingway, based on his Idaho-ness, and that Idaho is pretty much all about walking. However, I was mistaking him with Thoreau, who spent a year in a secluded cabin reading and naturing. Sad day! After many Twains and Menkins later, Bevis was implied that it had already been said. Another of my peers finally shouted out "THOREAU!!!" to which I retorted "I said that like ten years ago!" Well, we both ended up getting a cookie, but I gave mine to my posterior seat buddy. I don't know why but it really upset me. I haven't quite figured that out yet.

For your sake I'll keep this short. However, before I go tidy up my life, I'll share one thing else. Yesterday after school I avoided [for some time] the traffic going home by remining at school. In a moment of hilarity and unclear thinking, a friend walked towards me, but somehow I reacted unexpectedly and fled to my car. How this worked I'm not entirely certain, but I can see now that you would have had to have been there to understand. I think what happened was me thinking he was slightly attacking me, so my reaction was to get away, but I was cornered between my open door and my car. Never mind. It's not really something I can explain. :D Keep in mind though that this previous week was ridiculously slow. Which reminds me, it's interesting how time is so relevant to the person. I find it completely fascinating, not unlike fascia. I actually just love that word. And tissue for that matter. Now that I'm rambling, I suppose I'll go on a ride, or something like that. Once it gets warmer. There's nothing more disgusting than riding in the cold, wind, or cold wind. So much for keeping it short. :D Cheers.