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?
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.