What's kickin', angels?
Yesterday morning I woke up and knew it was going to be a hard day to get through. I don't know if it was just leftover exhaustion from prom or the fact that I knew Anthony wouldn't be at school that day, but I didn't want to get out of bed and most certainly didn't want to go to school. Nevertheless, I got myself out of bed and got ready anyway.
I've decided to put my contacts in last instead of first because I'm sick and tired of makeup sticking to my contacts, or protein getting underneath my contact because my eyes aren't awake yet or something. I don't understand my eyes, or my body to be exact. I'm in anatomy and I don't get my own body. Maybe it's because I am a mutant. I wouldn't be surprised.
I tried a new product today for breakfast, a Kellogg's Breakfast Shake. I bought the chocolate ones of course, because any other flavor of protein shake just sucks. Just in case it wasn't good, I microwaved a gluten free cinnamon sugar donut and took off for school.
I never thought I would hate Show Choir as much as I do nowadays. The contest music is so irritating because we don't sound good when we sing it. It makes me angry, but then depresses me because we used to sound so good.
I did some fundraising in Pre-Cal today and got 2,000 dollars towards my Europe trip next year from my grandparents. It helps when you have an awesome and supportive family. I'm lucky to have that.
It seems like my English knew that I wasn't in the mood for homework because she threw about 5 assignments at us yesterday and I'm still struggling to find the motivation to do any of them. It's awful. She knows that I've become a procrastinator.
After school I went home and sat on the ground while Anthony told me that he is 70% sure that he is going to IUPUI instead of Purdue. You might not understand how large of a blow that was to me unless you consider two things.
1. I have an active imagination and I have imagined for a long time that we would go to college together and live happily ever after, like the average teenage girl would assume. I can't always be intellectually advanced, give me a break.
2. My parents won't let me go anywhere but Purdue. Plain and simple.
I was pretty angry after that, not to mention more depressed. I went outside and shot my bow for a half hour and didn't do very well. I could blame my lack of focus or anger, but I won't blame it on anything.
I met my mother at Little Charlie's for dinner, which isn't a regular occurrence. I guess she knew that neither of us wanted to make anything. Someone has intuition...and it isn't me. We decided to split a plate of Saratoga chips, a burger, and a piece of chocolate cheesecake. The burger came with pulled pork and cheese on top, and a few onion crispy things. The Saratoga chips are homemade potato chips with barbecue flavoring on them, if you didn't know. I sure didn't before yesterday when I was eating them. The cheesecake was amazing, as anything with chocolate tastes. I dreaded going to piano lessons but alas, I can't avoid them.
On my way to piano lessons, I had to stop and pick up some medicine at the drugstore. While asking for my prescription, I realized just how depressed I sounded. When the lady said, "Have a nice day," I didn't even say, "You too," like I usually do. What is wrong with me?
Piano wasn't very good at all, but what does one expect when that same one hasn't practiced at all in the past week?
I didn't expect anything. Unfortunately, my teacher wasn't on the same page.
I got angry at Anthony later and was upset pretty much the rest of the night until I went to bed.
Monday wasn't a good day.
Tuesday on the other hand, turned out to be a nice surprise.
I woke up expecting it to be another Monday, after all, I have voice lessons on Tuesday. I dread going to lessons. Can't you tell?
I had the same breakfast as yesterday except a glazed gluten free donut because it was the last one. No more donuts for me, sadly. I loved them. I shall purchase them multiple times more before I get sick of them. Does that happen to you? I get obsessed with a certain food and eat the crap of out it until the sight of it makes me nauseous. I'm so bad at moderation sometimes.
The anatomy test is looming closer and I haven't done anything about it yet. Is that bad? Nah.
I've gotten so many likes on my Instagram picture of Anthony and I at prom. It makes me smile to know that people think we're a cute couple and such. We've been together so long, I don't hear that often anymore.
Anthony was back today and his kisses are like a breath of fresh air. He literally puts a pep in my step. I don't know what it is about him, but he can brighten my day with just a smile or a hug.
I was being a little bit bipolar after lunch and I hadn't a clue why until I got home and talked to my mother. She told me that she had been laughing ever since lunch and she thought it was something in our lunch. Apparently, someone put speed in our pasta salad or something because we were invigorated and excited about life after eating it. It freaked Anthony out a little bit though. He wasn't too keen on my mood swings.
I was still worried about the future and such, but he pulled me aside, told me to calm down, and kissed me softly. Sometimes I think I'm in a fairy tale, because he has magical powers, I swear.
I wasn't worried after that.
I got a 95% on my Pre-Cal test, which made me happy. I always feel accomplished when I get a good math grade.
During English today, we went to the computer lab to work on a small essay thing to broaden our knowledge on current events. In the middle of typing mine, my computer shut off and I lost all of my work. After that, I was a little irritated and had to hurry and retype anything that I could remember. I hope she gives me a break when she's grading because I had about half the time to remake mine as everyone else did to create theirs.
Anthony wondered if I didn't remember all the times he had spent with me before and why I was so worried about seeing him next all the time. My planning side was having a panic attack or something because I was freaking out at lunch today. It made me sad to think that it was true. I was ignoring all of the nice things he was doing for me and only focusing on the bad.
I told him to remind me of fun times we have whenever I'm getting crazy again.
He mentioned the day we had a picnic on the land. It was a brunch to be exact. I wanted to see him before I went to my Chemistry class in the summer at 12 or so, so I packed a little brunch of cherries and banana bread, things of that sort, some throw pillows, and a large quilt into my car and took off for the land. He met me there and we sat in the warm sun and talked while we ate. It was one of those movie moments. I didn't know if he actually liked it then, but apparently he did.
I left for voice lessons at 4:15 and got back at 5:30. I passed two of my songs and she wouldn't stop telling me that I have a beautiful voice. Sometimes I don't think so, but maybe I should be more confident. She always makes me feel like I'm accomplishing something, even if I forgot to practice.
I just noticed that I wasn't cold today. My body temperature was normal. It was around 80 degrees today, but I was actually hot. Not a good day to forget deodorant but I didn't sweat until I was on my way home so it was okay. I couldn't decide between windows down and sun-roof open or AC. I tried both but my hair preferred the latter.
We had pot pies for dinner, a personal favorite on mine.My mom ate the last of the brownies today and I ate the excess icing because I love my icing. It tastes like heaven. Nothing like chocolate buttercream frosting to satisfy your sweet tooth.
I haven't really done any of my homework but I needed to catch up on this before I quit all together. I use this as a diary and I don't want to lose a part of my life because I'm too lazy to share it with people.
If you want to know about prom, I can make a separate post about it. For now, I'm going to go.
You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
Kiki
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