Friday was a bunch of easy nothing.

School wasn't as good today as I hoped it'd be. First of all, my high school has a class of over two thousand, four hundred people, which is really overwhelming to someone who cannot handle crowds at all. The introduction was nice enough, but I'm beginning to think every senior girl there is blonde, tanned, and wearing plaid short - shorts. We had to go around to booths and figure out what clubs and such we were interested in, since, apparently, not being involved with something after school is college suicide. I'm one of those people who panics about things like they're the end of the world, so I was scared into picking up a flyer or two. I might work backstage with drama. I might just wait 'til junior year when I can be on the paper. I'm not sure yet.

I spent most of my day there, though, which was good, since I'm getting really tired of academic work. The high point of my day, academically speaking, may have been getting a french quiz back. I scored a ninety six! For someone who has issues with studying, tries to slip by with minimum effort in french, and can't handle it at all, it's unusually good. English was completely boring, and I didn't have any other morning classes. Hoorah for missing out on two hours of day dreaming and wishing I were elsewhere through science and algebra. Missing civics was... nothing tragic, nothing miraculous. That's my favorite class, but it's awfully boring sometimes. I hated missing gym, but I got a rather nice alternative all day instead. Teen Living was the only class I had in the afternoon; and it was great fun. There was a substitute, so we were allowed to hang around and talk. I ended up getting my shoes tied together by my friend, who has a really malicious sense of humor, and almost falling off of a table. But I throughly enjoyed it.

I got home, spent my afternoon on the Internet, forgot to practice piano, stressed over wondering where on earth my french poem was, watched a really odd television series from the 1980's with my family, and thought about writing, but didn't. I've gotten so lazy, as of late. It's pathetic. I need to make myself churn out something. Doesn't matter what. Tomorrow, I'm putting my foot down. Enough of this blogging nonsense. My own life is far too boring to prioritize over something else. The trouble is, I'm not sure what else there is. I've done the fanfiction thing, I'm bored of that. Original one shot sorts of things are generally pretty easy for me, but they're boring, and I can't use them as motivation to keep going for nights on end. Maybe I will start a novel again. Yes, again. My novels never work out, the ideas simply aren't anything worth continuing. But I might try a different approach. No idea.

Oh. I almost forgot to ramble about my latest random quest that won't work out well, but will keep me occupied for a week or so. I want to get my hair cut. You must understand that this, due to a series of problems not completely in my control, is the first time I have expressed desire for such a thing in quite a long time. It's really rather remarkable. I think I want what is commonly referred to as a 'shag', which is not what it means in Europe or whatever, trust me. It's all jagged, and it's got quite a few layers, which is good for my hair. Not only that, but I want colors. I want it to be darker than it currently is, which pretty much leaves black as the default. I also want a bit of indigo, or purplish blue on the bangs, since just black is far too boring. My parents are actually very on board with this concept, though the 'emo' ridicules were endless. They're making me pay for it, though, and I have a grand total of three dollars to put towards a job that could potentially cost me around eighty. My parents said they'd pay for the cut, but not the dye. And everything in Northern Virginia is like, ten times as expensive as it should be. But there's no way I'm attempting something this major alone with a box of dye in the bathroom, so I have no choice.

That was a really long, shallow, stupid ramble. Whoops. As for my musical phases today, I've been listening to quite a lot of Atreyu. But also, some Kill Hannah, Slipknot, and Britney Spears. These are the days when I want to smack myself upside the head and make myself listen to something good for my mind. But I don't. And so it continues. The only thing of substance that entered my ears today was Soma, by Smashing Pumpkins. Well, I guess Adam Lambert's old music wasn't terrible. But it sort of is. Imagine Britney Spears merged with David Bowie, channeling a little bit of Freddie Mercury and some Justin Timberlake, and you get Adam's original songs. I want to listen to the Toadies, for some reason. But it's past midnight here. So technically, I listened to almost nothing decent on Friday. Oh well. Guilty pleasure music is the best kind.

I'd better get to bed soon, if I'm going to make loads of cash, get some writing done, and still sleep enough to satisfy my exhusted self. That's quite a lot to handle in less than twenty four hours. Good night.