Cassie could totally end her high school career strong.
Despite skipping like a fiend.
Despite mouthing off to all the wrong teachers.
Despite all the tardies and long lunches.
Despite all the parties.
Despite getting kicked out of class a couple times.
Despite half assing a bit along the way.
Despite getting my ass kicked a little.

I have A's in Government and Comparative Politics, Newspaper and my TA (which deserves a whoohoo). I have a high B in Lit and a C, which might end up a B if I did alright on the final and turn in extra credit Monday. Ironically, the only dismal grade I have, a D, is in my favorite class: karate. That's only because the teacher supervisor, Royer, dislikes me and is a nazi about tardies. And I mouth off to her a lot. The real teacher is pretty cool. Except when he does the behind the ear nerve thing. That sucks.

So, story in short. I could definitely end my senior year for pathetically. Score!

But getting to college is kind of depressing. Not the actual going- I've been waiting to get out of here for years. But paying for college sucks. Student loans suck. Not getting a free ride to Boulder sucks. I got a free ride to that one school in Kansas and Otterbein was pretty much going to pay half of everything. But Boulder gives me shit.
I'm honestly thinking about dropping out of Boulder and enlisting in the Air Force. The thought of going to Iraq kind of intimidates me though. And commitments scare me too. Four years? Jeez. Dad says I should do Air Force ROTC at Boulder. Only that involves an 8 year commitment once I graduate. Meh.

I went tanning today. The sun rocks. I think it might have officially decided to stop snowing in Colorado. Yay!

How the fuck can I be objective?! It's an article about clothing for Christ's sake. It's right up there with religion and politics on the list of subjects that are infinitesimally difficult to be objective about.

argh. I'm finishing this bitch and then sleeping and then waking up and writing the next abomination to everything I've ever written article. The editor said not to get too attached to anything you write. I don't think I'll have to worry about that.

Rhetorical questions are trite but it is all I can spew out at this point. I hate my writing right now and that's really saying something. No matter how awful something is, I don't normally hate it. I love it like a sociopath child. It's not easy to love, but there's a smidgen inside of my being that holds a morsel of affection for my creation. This is quite the opposite.

Oh man, this week- especially today -has been insane. We got another manager for volleyball, she seems really sweet but she is so quiet. Seriously, awkward silence is a thing with me- I can't stand it. I think once we get to know each other better she'll start talking. I hope. Allegedly we're getting another manager too, which makes me excited. It definitely makes me feel better about next year. I was wondering what the hell they were going to do without someone to replace me.

Work was crazy. Usually I have a bit of downtime while working the register to start returns and do some facing. However, today everyone and their freaking uncle decided to come to Petsmart. Seriously, I shit you not. Every time I went to go start facing the front someone would walk up to my register. And a lot of times we would have me, Alex and Jacquie on registers. And then we had people coming in at 8:50, when we close at 9, to make a whole slew of purchases or just let their kids and animals run around the store. Jeez.

And me being me, I totally forgot to get my paycheck and I really need to put some fuel in my truck. Really translating to I'm practically ass raping the empty line. I sure as hell will not get to Lewis Palmer to go take stats for volleyball without fuel in my truck. So I pretty much need to actually wake up tomorrow, shower, find clothes, find stuff, get to Petsmart by 7 am, pick up paycheck, run to bank and then haul ass to LP. Then stay there till noon, at least, find stuff to wear for oshare kei and then go to work. I also need to give Leandra my volleyball schedule and pray to the powers that be that I'm not scheduled Monday because that's when I view my senior pictures.

I am going to crochet a really bitching hat. Like as in hot pink, AJ's favorite color orange and highlighter yellow bitching. I want my head to look like an acid trip. Speaking of acid trips, I want to go to the library.

I don't think you could possibly fathom the correlation between those two things unless you could read my mind, which I highly doubt anyone would want to. Sweet fuck, I am random.

In other news, the Gackt mix CD in my car makes me immensely happy. Now I need other J Rock mixes in order to make my life complete.

Note to Self: Get stuff to wrap ankle if we're going to start this running thing again.

And as I need to wake up in six hours, I should probably peace out now.