So lately, I've been lazy, and I don't just mean like lazy, but LAZY. If you know what I mean. You probably do.
This LAZYness has gotten out of hand. Even to the point where my xanga entries have become severely curtailed.
When you come to my xanga and see that there's just a bunch of lyrics posted up, it's because I've gotten lazy. I decided to write a xanga entry but got lazy once I opened up my browser and signed in. So next time you see lyrics, you'll know why. I have officially been diagnosed with senioritis, or "senior arthritis" as Joon so brilliantly puts it.
I've been looking around my room and I just realized how dreadfully ugly my curtains are. It's so ugly that I cringe my face in disgust. You know, that face of absolute disgust you get when you see piss all over the toilet seat or hear old people talk about sex.
Let me explain to you how ugly these curtains are. Imagine telling a slightly artistic 4-year old kid to draw a couple of flowers. Then get those flowers, color it in with the ugliest combination of colors imaginable, duplicate the image so that it creates a pattern, and put it on the shittiest turquoise background ever made.
There are my curtains for you.
If there was an Oscar given out for having the ugliest curtains ever made, you would surely be able to find it on my living room mantle.
THAT, my friends, is how ugly my curtains are. You don't know ugly curtains until you've seen mine.
And what kind of retarded curtain company sells these kind of curtains?
A Korean one, that's which one. I remember this lady came to sell us her crap and brought along her Ugly Curtain Book with her. Then she told me "Choose". Yea, well, that's a tad bit hard when all the stupid curtains all look alike. It's like telling me to distinguish one dog feces from another dog's feces. I am not a shitiologist, I can't tell the fucking difference.
(Interesting random fact: Did you know that there actually are people who study shit for a living? In fact, they are not called "shitiologists", but rather "scatologists", which means the study of shit is known as "scatology".)
So I did what any 8-year old kid would do. Pick the one with the most vibrant colors. I was a very restless child, and simple colors bored me. So now I am stuck with my horrific Oscar-winning curtains. How terrific.
Anyways, enough about my ugly flower-covered award-winning turquoise curtains.
I have been motivated to study harder, even though now that it's senior year it doesn't matter much. I've been motivated to study harder for my own sake. So I won't get hit any harder by the consequences of senior arthritis.
I am looking forward to my free Cheesecake Factory.
Senior year is such a busy year.
And the thought of college is both exciting and frightening.
I will surely miss high school life.
Graduation is more than half a year away.
Yet it feels like it's going to be here tomorrow.
That's going to be me June 7, 2006.
Until then...
These seats await.
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