Son of a biscuit

I blog way too much. I don't know why I've started to need to blog every single day, but it has happened. I'm addicted all over again. It's not like I really have anything to say, but I write anyway. Today it's freezing cold as it has been all week. Ross and I would have been going out for 6 months today, which makes Ross my shortest relationship. See, the first was a little over 7 months, the second was 6 months, and Ross and my relationship was a little over 5 months. So I guess that means I'm going to date someone for 4 months, then 3, 2, 1, and then I should hope to find the person I'm meant to be with for the rest of my life. Don't get your hopes too high, Ross, or anyone that reads this blog because I know you all want me. Hahaha, I jest. Except for Rachel. I know Rachel wants me... and Kat. So I take my last exams tomorrow. That's exciting. Unfortunately for me, they both require me to do tons of work if I want to pass. All the rest were really easy. I woke up early this morning to rewrite my paper on whether or not the American Revolution was necessary. I had another one written, but I thought it wasn't very good, so I got up at 5:45 to redo it. I was going to curl my hair today, that is, have my mommy do it for me, but I decided I didn't exactly have time, so I'm going to do it tomorrow. Rachel has been hiding a shirt that I stole from Lizzie a couple of years ago in her drawer. I've been looking all over for that shirt. It was so appropriate to wear today because it's Christmas-y, but Rachel refused to accept the fact that I stole it fair and square. People these days. Tomorrow marks the beginning of the end of my high school days. The first semester of my senior year will come to a close, and what do I have to show for it? I haven't done anything senior-y thus far. Come to think of it, what is there for me to do, anyway? I'm not going to be playing any varsity sports, though tennis does sound appealing. I guess all I'll really have is Senior Prom, which I have to share with Juniors and the Sophomores and Freshmen people bring as dates. Woe is me. I fail as a senior. I even hang out with Juniors sometimes. Fail. Of course, I do have the slacking off down to an art. Man, I'm so good at that. Somehow all my teachers let me off, too. It's fabulous. Well, I guess I'll go do my homework. There's no doubt I'll be tempted to blog later so I'll save some things to say until then. Ciao.