I'm really slacking on the titles these days.

At the moment, I'm listening to some Dario Marianelli (favorite Pandora station, hands-down) and soaking in this beautifully still house. I felt the impulse to write. Not really. I'm just avoiding studying.

One. More. Day. And I'm done with my Junior year of high school.

Wait, what?

Yep. Senior year is oh so very, ridiculously close. I can almost reach out and touch it.

Almost, but not yet. That's the catch, you see. One Gargantuan Final To Go. Today is my last study day. I do not feel ready for this Test of Doom. Why am I still here?

Oh, yeah. Now I remember.

Anyway, I'm leaving in four short days. When did that happen? Last time I checked, it was like four months away. Funny how time flies when you're studying. . . oh, wait.

I need to pack.

Summer's just around the river bend.

 

this is about how things have been recently. so much going on, so much to do, so much homework, so much stress. a lot floating around my head.

 but my 40-hour project is finally finished. we had our last day at excelsior and our end-of-year program. i'm exempt from next week's geometry test and i only have one final left. 

unfortunately, the only final left is for gileskirk - and it's 30 pages. yay.

life goes on.

 We like to shake things up in class. Give us a pipe cleaner and we'll take a mile.

 

 Hawt.

Last weekend, Mom & Dad were out of town, Katie was in Jackson, and Jonathan was at Andrew's. And we took full advantage of that fact. Savannah came over Friday night and we spent the night on the town. Saturday night, Kelley and I made some potato skins and some sides and ate out on the porch, candles and Chinese lanterns and all. Then, we watched a movie and ate ice cream. It's spring nights like these that make me want to live outside.

Just two weeks left of school. I've started my 40-hour project. My room once again smells like paint thinner. And I am loving it (painting, not the smell of paint thinner).

Before long I'll be packing for camp and off in the sunshine with some kiddos in my chacos. Can't. Wait.