I finished this SAT practice test finally. It took me three days but I accomplished it. I ended up getting a 670 in the reading portion, a 650 in the math section, and get this... I got a 510 on the writing. -_- I basically failed. I didn't even hit the 600 part. And I understand that it's partly due to the fact that I wrote one sentence (or two?) for the essay part because I just couldn't think of what to write nor did I want to. So I submitted it like that.
I've been doing a lot of tests. I haven't done the whole checking my answers to find out how to do them part. I'm going to go to sleep studying endless SAT vocabulary because I've forgotten everything I've already studied. It's bad.
In other news, it seems like my days of the college boy toy are over. There's this girl that's offering to drive me and a few other girls to my internship now so that means I don't ride the bus anymore (except for Fridays) and that means, I don't get to see the gorgeous boy anymore. Wow. My life is going downhill slowly but surely.
I'm also getting fat but that's a lament for another day. I'll stop eating after college applications and the SAT is over.
So today, I confirmed my belief that white people are in fact, crazy. To some extent. There's this sweet girl that I sit around in two of my classes but she's in all my classes except one. And I've been talking to her, usually about schoolwork but about other things too. And these past few days, I noticed that when she doesn't understand something, she has this angry but low outburst. Usually with a curse thrown in. And you'd think someone kicked her cat or something when it's just because she doesn't understand how to figure out the most stable conformation of some cyclohexane.
It's a bit amusing but mostly scary. She's always cursing under her breath in the beginning of statistics class when she's talking to her boyfriend. I don't listen so intently to know exactly what but it usually ends with her putting her head on her desk and her boyfriend whispering sweet nothings to her hair or just nuzzling her with his shirt or whatever. And then she gets up and smirks and then they do their whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing. At first, it was bearable but now I just want to kill both of them in the morning.
Oh yeah. Our house is being freakin' taken over by cockroaches. I'm honestly scared for my life. I'll probably wake up with a cockroach on my face and then I'll scream and it'll slip into my mouth and I'll die. Like, I'll actually die because I can't imagine me doing anything else.
I realized that I don't mind awkward silences. I actually enjoy silences. But of course, awkwardness is not very fun. So awkward silences shouldn't be so fun for me and that's what I thought until I found myself wanting silences more and more. Especially when I'm in a vehicles. Vehicles are my thinking time. I like to ponder the world's unknown and tap into my feelings when I'm cruising down a road. You feel me? I like silence.
Yesterday, my friend's mom dropped us off at our internship and first, I'd like to say that her car was a complete mess. Her mom explained that the car was their "basement". It was used for storage and sleeping and eating. And then, their trunk was just as junk-y as well. My parents complain about our house being too messy for guests but really, our house is never that bad. And if it is and if we know we're having guests coming, we clean it up. But I'm not questioning her organizational skills or anything, but I just wanted to point it out.
Anyway, her mom was sweet and all but she kept talking and talking when all I wanted to do was lay my head down against the seat belt and ponder the logistics of the string theory. Or maybe I just wanted to imagine my college boy who I was gonna miss out on seeing. Meh.
I feel bad saying all of this because this is stuff I worry about when my parents drop off my friends: What will they think of our car? Is my dad gonna embarrass me? Will there be awkward silences?
And I'm just spewing out all the things that I'd dread for others to think about me.
Another thing I can mention is the fact that my friend is fully talking to me. The one that said those awful things about me that happened to be true? The last time I saw her face-to-face was on Monday and we never actually had one-on-one talk. It seemed as if someone was always somewhere else or if we were in proximity, we'd be talking to someone else. And then I kinda ditched her to go to FiveGuys. And we've been texting, but she's been different. She usually bombards me with texts but now I would respond to her text and she won't respond until hours later and one time, even the next day.
She says she's been busy now which is fine with me. But hopefully, she now understands why I had troubles texting her back. That's if she's actually busy and she's not just doing this to be vindictive (hee hee. SAT word.). I hope this means we aren't straying a part. We share lockers but I have strayed apart from a friend before while sharing a locker at the same time. So it isn't impossible.
I'm tired now. I don't know what I'm gonna do tomorrow about getting work done. I really don't want to carry my laptop but that's probably what I'll have to do. Or I can go to the university library and actually use their computers. I got lucky and got myself a blue CollegeBoard SAT book at the public library and it's huge but I'll gladly take it to school. I just don't wanna be that awkward and obvious high school student at the university, carrying around an SAT book. You get me?
I feel like nothing's getting accomplished. I have merely a few weeks before SAT and I'm not prepared at all. I need to make those 700 marks. I need to get over a 2000. JESSICA! DO THIS FOR YOURSELF! DO IT DO IT DO IT!
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