I'll color your night, I'll lead you to light.

The mistakes I've made are making it impossible to be happy.

K so, I have this English class that SUCKS. We have quizzes every day and they're only 3 questions so if you miss one, automatic fail. So there's that.

Then, today we had our first test. I'm thinking, "There is no way she can make this hard. No way. I poured over notes for hours and I read the novel and everything else. NO WAY."
I get my test. Open it.
Questions 1 and 2 are okay.
Question 3: "What are the first 6 words of Emma?"

WHAT?!?!

It went on to ask me whi William Wordsworth preferred the folio style book as opposed to another kind. What year the Napoleonic War ended. What "plot device" Austen used to cover up the fact that Emma was basically an idiot. And what some random woman I've never even heard of said the only redeeming quality of the novel genre was. Guess how much of that was taught in lecture?

Yeah. None.

Thanks for letting me know this would be one of those "Teach yourselves or fail" classes Dr. Moskal.

So rush was fun, not really. I got a bid from KKG, and as much as I love those girls I'm not pledging. My first love got in the way...

and, I found myself here:

I just can't escape.
I missed everyone so much. Auditions Oct 11.

And even though the moment passed me by
I still can't turn away
Cause all the dreams you never thought you'd lose
Got tossed along the way
And letters that you never meant to send
Get lost or thrown away

And now we're grown up orphans
That never knew their names
We don't belong to no one
That's a shame
But if you could hide beside me
Maybe for a while
And I won't tell no one your name

And I won't tell em your name

Scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there ?
Did you get to be a star ?
And don't it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are

You grew up way too fast
And now there's nothing to believe
And reruns all become our history
A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio
And I won't tell no one your name
And I won't tell em your name

I think about you all the time
But I don't need the same
It's lonely where you are come back down
And I won't tell em your name

Goodbye Spanish 203. I will conquer you another semester, when my teacher is not psychotic.

No matter how hard I try to avoid it, it never fails. Every semester I end up with one class I absolutely loathe.

I realized last night that I have 2 and a half weeks left of summer.. and 2 with Alex, until being pretty much constantly away from him for the next 3 years. He's not coming home during the summer anymore. We won't be in the same town anymore, ever.