I run things

Not really. I just wrote that because I'm in sociology class and I've already typed the notes that are on the powerpoint, so I basically have nothing to do. We're discussing divorce, so ERR-BODY has their Personal Statement or their Personal Connection to this Sad and Horrible Topic. And I'm like, save the drama fo'yo' llama. Whatever. I don't even want children or to get married or anything. I'll live all by myself (well, with a few dogs) in rural Montana when I'm grown up. I'll just send my drawings to book editors and be really really rich and live in a castle or something. And I'll have horses. Two or three horses. Yeah.

I miss the way things used to be

Well, if you saw this post during the past 24 hours, you might have noticed that it has gotten significantly shorter. I deleted my rant because it was embarrassing. End of story. Enjoy the pictures!

From top to bottom:
"Do You Know Where the Fight Is?", courtesy Kate Beaton.
Chanel (I think) shoes...from I don't know where.
Lolarious graph from graphjam.com

That darn chicken sandwich

So, apparently, all of you people stumbling on my blog are looking at it just because of the picture of the chicken sandwich I posted ages ago. Seriously, like all of my pageviews from the last month or so have been from Google Images, searching for a chicken sandwich. It's not real, guys. Looking at it won't make it materialize in your lap! People on the internet are weird...In other news, Spring break is officially over in 25 minutes. I might cry. It's been an awesome spring break, and I'm not ready to go back to the monotony of school. Although tomorrow, hopefully, something...interesting might happen. We'll see. But yeah...school is boring. I want to go to college, even though it scares me a whole lot. I'd never tell my parents that I'm scared to go away, because that's pretty much all I've ever talked about--leaving the house and being on my own. But now that it's nearly here, I'm kind of thinking that maybe living with my parents and having them provide me with food, clothing, transportation, and, oh yeah, immediate unconditional love (most of the time. I can be pretty obnoxious.) isn't so bad after all. Oh, dear. Now I sound like one of those stupid Disney channel "coming of age" movies where the protagonist gets exactly what she wishes for and realizes that it's not what she wants at all and she really had it awesome with her awesome family and her awesome clothes and awesome friends and she learns to appreciate them, goshdarnit! Ugh. K-Pow OUT.

Prom/Spring Break

Urgh. Prom is a month away, and I still don't have 1.) A date and  2.) A dress. I don't even know if I'll go this year, since I can't find the motivation to actually ask someone. I could, but then there's the possibility that they'd say no, and I really don't feel like dealing with rejection, which is what I'm pretty sure I'd be faced with. So why even ask, right? On the other hand I might go with a girl friend, which would be ok, but not as fun as going with a date or even a date and a group, like so many people at Apollo do. I don't know why I'm suddenly so apathetic about the whole thing. I guess it's because this is really the critical time to find a date and schedule hair and makeup and what not and I'm not doing any of it, because I don't know if I'm going or not. There's a thousand reasons not to go, but there's also a thousand reasons to go. I can't make up my mind.
Also, it's spring break. You'd think with all this time off from school I'd be out of my mind with bliss, but I'm not. I took a fantastic trip to Pittsburgh and Rochester, NY to visit colleges earlier this week. I visited the University of Pittsburgh and the Rochester Institute of Technology, and I absolutely loved Pitt. As in, barring no major personality/financial situation/general intended career changes, I'm going to be headed there after I graduate from this boring high school in this podunk little town. I thought I wouldn't like an urban campus, but after I got there and saw how everything moved, I loved it. I can't imagine staying isolated on a self-contained campus now, and that's what I thought I wanted before I visited. I wasn't so much impressed by Rochester...maybe because it's kind of out of the way, and the day before I'd been smack-dab in the middle of a busy, energetic city. Also, it seems like everyone at Rochester has a car and lives off-campus, and I won't have a car (I don't think I even want one, especially if I'm in the city). I love the fact that Pitt is connected to the city around it. Like, at Pitt, if you're heading to your 9 AM class, you could pick up a coffee and donut from the donut shop a block away from your residence hall. I guess you could do that at any college, but it would be from a restaurant from inside the school, not a separate business, and it would just be more of the same people. I don't know; I can't explain it.
Anyway, all my traveling has disillusioned me from my sedate-ish Owensboro life. It's really boring and especially trying because I'm dealing with the rest of my messy family again, not just my mom and littlest brother. And on top of all of this, I'm dying to get some new nail polish after my last purchase failed so miserably. It was this bright purple thing from Rue21, and it's grape-scented. Scented nail polish? It was weird. Not only did it smell bad (all chemical-y fake grape) it was horribly streaky and kind of gloppy. I was disappointed.