Im not gifted, Im enriched like orange juice....
Mood:  bright
Come to think of it, Ive never actually considered myself popular... just popular-ish. I dont really think about it that much because its a delicate issue.
Moving on, though, high school (and the apocalypse) starts the day after tomorrow. I really dont know how to feel right now. None of the people seemed all that threatening but they sure do wear a lot of makeup... i am told that only ugly people do that.
I hope high school goes well for me, even though people tend to get jealous of the fact that I can be both beautiful and smart at the same time.

:-0
Now Playing: Brand New - Sic Transit Gloria, The Offspring - Hit That, The Pixies - Hey
Well I made it back from England alive and am very happy for it, since I've decided that plummeting 35,000 feet to my death is the very last way I'd like to die... but death would be a welcome change at this point, seeing as I'm going to start high school in eight days and my social skills are slim to none, despite the fact that I am really really ridiculously good-looking and a really nice (ish) person. I got lucky in the social department in elementary school, but my popularity is no credit to my personality or anything like that... come to think of it, I don't even know how I survived up to this point. I'm starting in a high school where I know about 50 of the 1000 people, most of whom I secretly harbour an intense dislike for, save for 2, one of whom I hate with a passion (Cass) and another that I tolerate.(Nicki) She's the closest thing I have to a best friend, and I'd probably love her friendshippy-wise if I wasn't so competitive with her. She's gotten everything she's ever wanted in life up until this year, and I've been constantly disappointed... but thats a different matter. Basically, I have no way of starting conversations with people unless they come up to me first, and I'm going into this huge school thingy with point-five friends.
Of course, to make matters a hundred billion times worse, I'm being forced to take every course in the gifted or "enriched" program.







...Wheeeeeee.

Boycott Hagen Das
Mood:  caffeinated
I'm all packed to go home. My seven-hour flight leaves tomorrow morning... god I hate planes. If there's anything that scares me more than falling I haven't found it, and if anything goes wrong on a plane you fall for a long, long time. Now that I'm on the ground I'm not nearly as paranoid, but we'll see how I feel once we're a billion feet above the ground.
I wish that I could be scared of spiders or something like that. Then I wouldn't miss out on all the fun my friends supposedly have at canada's wonderland.

Sorry
Mood:  spacey
This design scheme makes me want to barf but there's nothing I can do about it now. I'm a whole ocean away from home right now and am too lonely to sit around working on my stupid blog all day, so I'm going on msn to talk to my friends back home.




I hate that ujournal crashed. Oh well.

Yay
Mood:  irritated
I really hate this layout and I feel guilty for being on the computer right now.
Ill write later.