compare for a second.

today i got home. i was brave and i called my driving instructor to set up appointments. he said call back around 6. alright. i had a microwaveable pizza. i watched youtube videos. i did a spanish article due thursday. i watched some more youtube videos. i got sucked into watching maura play some club penguin. watched some more youtube videos. stalked the Shaytard family, especially Shay's brother Logan who is rather goodlooking. thought about doing some history homework but instead didn't even take it out of my bag and instead went on facebook and started typing this up.

earlier today i got my report. i made first honors, meaning i had all As. 95 in Advanced Math, 95 in Chemistry, 93 in Ceramics, 93 in Spanish Honors, 90 in English Honors, and 90 in Advanced Placement US History. HOLY MOLY GUACAMOLE. that's really good. like really good. i must of done a lot of work to get that. like the amount of work i did today.

but i am proud of those grades. and yes, a lot of it comes naturally to me. but that doesn't mean that everyday is like today. the only reason why i'm not doing homework now is because i finished it either during class when it was assigned, or in the second half of double lab because i finished the worksheet we were supposed to be working on. and some days are more stressful than others. i have a feeling it is going to get worse as we go farther into the year. but right now junior year hasn't held up to what everyone makes it out to be.

totes mcgotes.

i don't have anything else to write about. i could write about how Katelyn was very mad with her history grade because it was in the low 70s. i could write about how i walked behind Josh in the hallway after english and i didn't say anything even though i should of. later i thought that i could have asked him about horse judging. but whatever yo. i could talk about how i see how i get quieter in each class as the year goes on. it should be the other way around right? i could talk about how yesterday i was so tempted to write another post, multiple times, but i wanted that hunger post to stand on its own. i could talk about how by the end of the day Katelyn and I have nothing to talk about because we have seen each other all day and have ran out of things to say. i could talk about something deep and meaningful.

this is my problem. i don't have anything good to write about. i have an idea. i will brainstorm for a music video i want to make so i have a plan. i'm not going to do that on this blog though. cause this blog is...not going there.