I only have to go to school for an hour and a half, every other day. + Look at my shirt.

This is the greatest thing to happen in my life, I think. Except for that really good joke I made to my sister the other day, because that was pretty freaking excellent.

But now I think I actually will finish my high school career. I'm okay with my English class; the teacher is funny, and his favorite movie is Donnie Darko; one of my old friends and I sit together, so we're rehashing the relationship, which is pretty cool. And I just generally like English. It isn't cut and dry, but it's also not way out there. I get it.

My guidance counselor and I talked about the 80s when I went down to see her; I'm wearing a crop top that's three sizes too big, which is what started the discussion. It has Winnie the Pooh. I'm so hardcore. And also my hair is getting pretty long; at least compared to the buzz cut.

I'm also reading this super intense thing about witches and such.

The dog is scratching at the bench, so I'm going to see what she's looking for.