Do friends really care for each other? Do [real] dads really exist? It's funny. The proof is there, but I still doubt. I'm like Thomas (the disciple) on emotional steroids.

You know, someone told me that if I don't see what I want displayed in other people, I have to display that trait myself. Too bad I suck at the trait I so desire to see in others (I'm just talking about a few people, not everyone.) Yay...a paradox.

*sigh*

Anyway, I'm pretty excited about my senior year. Four of my teachers I've had before, and I'm on good terms with them. Here's what my year looks like:

French IV Advanced Honors

AP English IV

S1 Psychology Honors/ S2 Business Law 

Virtual Enterprise II honors

Chamber Choir (magically. Didn't see this coming. I tried out at the end of last year, didn't make it, and now Mrs. Gregory says I'm in. Cool. I think?)

and AP Biology.

 Oh, and I finally got a job. Geez, took me all summer. I am now officially employed a Whitt's, the one near Hastings. My first day is tomorrow, and, lucky me, I get to work the busiest hours of the day and on the weekend. It's like they said, "Hey, lets let the greenhorn get completely mauled on the first day!!" lol. Actually, I'm completely pumped about it. I won't be perpetually poor anymore.