This shall take the form of various news headlines, because that's what it feels like. All these thoughts rushing through my head.
STEVE IRWIN: WHAT? Steve Irwin is dead!? No. Surely you jest.
I was honestly almost about to cry. I loved that guy. He...oy. Too hard to talk about. He was so amazingly amazing. I love Australians.
BACK FROM NEW HAMPSHIRE: I got back from New Hampshire last night. It was blastingly windy, freezing rain, in the 50s, and a thunderstorm rushing west across the lake. And yet, the only place I had cel-reception was outside. So, in order to call Nesiya friends Jamie (in New York) and Zach (my number one g, here in Los Angeles), I had to stand out in the freezing rain. That's dedication, folks.
MY LAST DAY: My final salute to summer took the form of going to the beach with Rachel, Harry, Jason, Amelia, their siblings, and our families. It was great to see them. So many things to talk about. I didn't get to see Zach, unfortunately, but I will soon. After this first, awful week of school.
I HATE UNI: --I hate Uni. I explained this to Devon already, but when I was in Massachusetts, my aunt Ellin, a counselor at Acton High School (MA), asked seriously if I'd spend senior year there. I almost did switch. I would have. Then I remembered I'm in, um, most plays. So, I can't.
--I hate Uni. Why am I not in college?! Jeez.
--I hate Uni. Yeah, I do have "friends", it's not AS bad. But I know there's many who just leech off my kindness and really give nothing back. Yeah, some people I've honestly screwed up with, but they know who they are, and I don't deal with them. But you know what?
WHY UNI PEOPLE SUCK AND YET I FINALLY DON'T CARE: I finally don't care. After a year of seniors treating me like shit, and then screwing up with people I did care about, yet again, and a year of trying to fit back in with my fellow classmen after being shut out of the drama department (and failing), I really don't care. You people have your cliques. I'm really not a part of any one. I know I have people at Uni who I love, and yet I'm really not close with anyone.
But guess what else? This summer has taught me that I have Harry and Jason and Rachel (friends from when I was 5), and I have my Nesiya friends, and I have my cousins. And I have college awaiting. And I'm just fine with that.
This summer was the best summer of my life. The best time of my life. Ever.
So, piss off.
Yes, it wasn't nice of me to say, but I said it.