It's Tantrum Tiiiiime

I'm going to throw a tantrum and scream it from the mountain tops that I am not go to college. I'll live on the streets and be a hobo or something, and you wanna know WHY?! Because to get to college I have to take the ACT and do well, and frankly, I don't get trigonometry and why the word "insufficient" doesn't work, but "indifferent" does. Who ever came up with the laws of grammer was seriously disturbed. Oh, and I misspelled grammar and I'm not fixing it because I'm a rebel.

Along with ruining my future, it's ruining my day. While the rest of my beloved cheerleading team is whipping it at the roller skating rink, I'm curled up on my couch with my ACT prep book and the dictionary tab open, in pajamas, hating my life. I'm probably taking this thing too seriously, but it makes me so mad. I wish I could be, like, perfect and know everything and get into whatever college I want, paid for. Ou, or I wish I lived in Sweden. Then I could be with the love of my life, Mattias Åström, AND have college paid for. It's a win/win if I've ever heard of one.

Aside from ACT pooping on me, tonight is the last basketball game, aka the last time I'll ever cheer with the seniors. It's bittersweet. I think we're all at least partially ready for the season to be over, because it takes up time and it can be annoying. At the same time, however, the seniors (Shavaun, Alexis, Hannah, Jamie, Jaco, and Paige) are the GREATEST and I can't imagine the team without them. If there is a team next year, I hope to be captain so I can beat my team and make them cry and call them fat.. Just kidding. I want to be just as patient as Shavuan, as sweet as Alexis, as talented as Hannah, as determined as Jamie, as encouraging as Jaco, and as poised as Paige. I want to combine all the great things that these girls have taught me and lay the ground work for next year's squad. I'm excited for my senior year. As scary and intimidating as those words sound, I am. High school has flown by and it a few months, I'll be applying for scholarships and to college and blah blah blah. Oh future, be good to me.

This blog was just to distract me. Like that episode of Spongebob where he has to right that essay on what not to do at a stoplight. I got another one for you, Bob. #473: Write an angered blog.

Enjoy this video my brother Jacob showed me. I think they made it for me.

Love & Creep,
Jess