The Future of My History.

In other words, today.

I'm just reflecting a little on my high school experiences.

And I've decided that I'm not ready to leave yet. Actually, today in art class we are doing "tape people." and I decided to volunteer to be taped. so they taped and cut off my arms, and then we moved on to my head. They kept telling me, "Oh, Alli, you volunteered for this." I felt like I was about to die, honestly. So when they cut the tape off my head ( I was wearing a jacket with a hood, so it was not only really hot, but there was no way they could have injured me.) I was still freaking out.

There you have it. I'm not ready to be an adult, because I can't even handle being wrapped in packaging tape.

And I'm having so much fun in high school, what am I gonna do when that's all over? I mean, college is kind of [not] like high school in the fact that it's a learning establishment. Whatever.

Even though I know I'm not ready to go off to college and turn eighteen and be responsible and what not, I'm still really impatient about graduation. It can't come fast enough. GAH.

And I've decided to blog more. I need to. I'm a slacker. This will help me. I think.

I'm not going to be willing to wear glasses all day. And maybe tomorrow too.