Ok, fine. I'm giving in to myself. I want to be a better blogger--well, what I meant by that was, I want to be a more loyal blogger. But, if I were a better and more interesting writer, I think I'd be equally satisfied. Actually, I'd be more satisfied with that.

But no, I am trying to be a more loyal blogger, and I chose the night before my hardest exam day to start. Actually, it's not that difficult of an exam day. It's just English, part of which will be watching short clips of comedic films for our comedy projects, and the other part of which will be 40 quote/character ID's and 3 short answer questions; and Latin--essentially all of our 2nd semester tests combined...and we already took the AP.

Unfortunately, however, (and here is where I confess my academic sins) I haven't read one of our comedy unit books...in its entirety. Yes, I completely neglected Shakespeare's As You Like It. I've seen the play, but that was a year ago and I hardly remember it. I think I was distracted by the fact that it was cold, so Barrett and I left to get a blanket from Tom Martin's house and came back. Oh, and what a good impression I'm making on Ms. Callanan. I just emailed her for the second time tonght at 12:04 a.m. to tell her that all is well, and I have the video I need to present tomorrow, and that my earlier frantic email was the result of a misunderstanding. Woo, I am such a good student. Also, I haven't studied two of the latin tests that I need to study for the exam...but I figured I could do that at the end of the english exam period. Boy, I hope there's extra time. Humm...

And also, instead of studyng today, I printed out calendars through next May so that I can mark important dates through my freshman year at NYU. At least I'm organized in some way. I guess I've already sort-of checked out of high school. Maybe it's the fact that I stare at my graduation dress and cap and gown every time I'm in my room, which is basically all of the time that I am at home. I had previously thought that graduation hadn't hit me yet, but maybe it already did and I'm just over it. Maybe. I'm like Jack from the movie Jack with Robin Williams, in which the main character, Jack, matures 4 times as fast as a normal human being. So by the time he is 10, he appears to be and his body functions as a 40 year old man. That's creepy. If puberty happens around age 13, and the most interesting parts happen at let's say...16, because it's a multiple of 4, then at age 4, he would be sexually maturing and hungry for girls. "Hey there little boy." Except I'm not sexually mature 12 years ahead of time. I'm just past this whole graduation thing, as well as Seventeen Magazine. I'm starting to get bored with Glamour, and magazines in general. Maybe I will quit them soon.

Maybe I should quit writing this post soon. It's quarter after 12.