where soul meets body

Thursday. Not much.

I was lying in bed last night thinking about how quickly the school year's gone by, and I can't believe there's literally only six days of school left. Aside from finals, tomorrow is theee last day of class. I really wish I had done a lot of things differently, but what's the point in crying over spilled milk, right? I guess I'll just do next year waayyy better than this year; no more mixing with stupid people, and definitely no more dumb stunts.

Alison, Tree, Rigs and I (and maybe some other people) are going to see "The Hangover" after school tomorrow. I have to be home way early though; SAT on Saturday morning at Chino HS. I really hope I don't fuck up this test :/ Past scores:
PSAT #1: 1870
PSAT #2: 1950
SAT #1: 2050
SAT #2: to be determined on Saturday morning!

Anyway, I finally hit up Jamie again after almost a year of not talking. I can't believe I let it go for so long, especially when there were moments when all I could think about was, "Shit, I can't believe this just happened. Jamie would so know what I'm talking about and what to do." She's seriously one of the few people in Fullerton who can relate to every single thing I've been through, from drugs to sex to outright backstabs. I'm thinking I'll ask her to come with me to Tiana's glow-in-the-dark party on Saturday night. I just wish we hadn't fallen through, but hopefully things'll get better once we start hanging out again.

I'm thinking mayybee Josh can come over on Sunday morning, so we can study for finals together. He's practically the only guy (other than Haream) whom I actually still make an effort to keep in contact with. People are just so pointless lately; I wish I still felt the need to be social, like nearly every other ladder-climbing person in Fullerton. If only I had the urge.