When We First Met

So junior year started off pretty well, season 4 of Arrested Development was a thing, I learned Photoshop at film camp, I discovered I would have to take 8 classes my senior year. Good times. Since then, I have had approximately 9.2 breakdowns, 3 awkward silent cries in front of teachers, and 106 daydreams in which I punch assholes at my school in the face. I’m still somehow managing a positive attitude, though, miraculously enough. Maybe it’s my genes. Maybe it’s because I’ve deluded myself into thinking that there’s some higher purpose for me in life. Who really knows?

05/20 | 21:13
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Welcome to a New Life

As my junior year of high school comes to an end, I realize that I am about to embark on a journey that I am absolutely unprepared for. In just a few months, I have to decide what I want to do with the rest of my life and explain to other people why I deserve to do it. I’m only seventeen, man, I need to be trying to get One Direction to follow me on twitter, not trying to persuade middle-aged white men to accept me to their schools. Yet alas, this is the hard way of life. Still, I thought I could turn this hurricane of stress into something entertaining, educational, and super funky fresh. That is why I have this blog. Welcome, to my new life, thanks for joining me.

05/13 | 20:57
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