Standardized Test FROM HELL!

It's a beautiful day outside, the sun is shining, theres a nice breeze...so you may be wondering...why are you inside writing on your blog that nobody reads?

Well my curious friends...I'm inside because I have lost all my soul and emotion to the ACT this morning. Yes, while the outside world was waking up to a lazy Saturday, I was confined to a little desk in the harsh world of flourescent lit classrooms. My mind was trying to so hard to put up a good fight, but it was slowing being sucked into the black hole of destruction.

My thoughts on the ACT:

1. I don't think there should be so much emphasis on it. Congrats if you're one of those weird super intelligent people who rock the shit out of it and get a super amazing score when you're like 12, but honestly all it does is test your ability to take tests.

2. I think the ACT sets everyone up for failure. Cram us in a room for 4 hours, with only a 10 minute break and deny us water and food. Uhh yeah, who the hell is gonna thrive in that situation?

3. SO MUCH STRESS! The night before the ACT I'm freaking out, my stomach is in knots, I have a bunch of pimples, I'm throwing up and my life is just a pool of stress. All because I feel like I have to do well so some college doesn't think I'm a dumbass and will give me money. LAME!

4. It makes me feel like the biggest retard on the planet. Maybe I am a retard, but c'mon now, the ACT is destroying my self esteem like the Iceberg destroyed the Titanic. And you know what the problem is, I take it...do bad...then have the feeling like I'll never be able to do well on it and have a huge cloud of negativity surrounding me for the rest of my life. Over dramatic...Maybe? But forreals it makes me feel like CRAP!

Thats all I got, I would write more but unfortunately the ACT sucked out my ability to live. I feel like I'm dead. To quote David after the Dentist "Is this gonna be forever??" I hope not, I don't want this worthless and retarded forever...

Oh, but on the bright side, my answer sheet was purple which I thought was cool for about 5 seconds.

PEACE!

RUN FOREST RUN!

Wowza it has been awhile since I've wrote on here, I'm really hoping this blog thing isn't going to turn into another one of those forever unfinished projects that I always seem to be starting....

Anyways, labor day weekend has gone and past, and I had a pretty stupendous long weekend, but unfortunately it also means that summer is officially over, which is always a hard load for my heart to handle but fall has its perks too I suppose....mehh!

Well today I decided I would write about something that I hate...mostly because I'm bad at it.

RUNNING.

I decided to write about this topic because yesterday I went to a cross country meet to cheer on my friends and boyfriend. It was one of those eye opening experiences that made me think "how in the world do these people do this to themselves?" I have an obnoxious amount of respect for runners because I really do think they might be the most dedicated, self motivated people that exist. Not only do they run 7 days a week during school buuutttt they also ran all summer at 7 in the effing morning. And running isn't exactly an enjoyable thing to do...I mean, I can think of a lot more enjoyable things to do instead of long amounts of cardio making your heart feel like it's going to explode. But anyways, I was just amazed as I watched the runners go. They're running up hills and shit and they never stop. Then towards the end they all look like at any point one of them might just fall over and die, but nope they just keep going! PRETTY INTENSE. And here I am wearing my "fat day" stretchy pants, drinking sonic yelling at the them to keep going. Needless to say I felt like a lazy-ass, douche bag! I mean, I exercise, but never at that level of intensity, and it usually comes with a lot of bitching and moaning on my part. The problem is that the motivation is all a mental game that I fail at miserably. I really feel like if I had half the self motivation they have, I could A. Be really in shape and B. pretty much do anything I ever wanted. Unfortunately, thats not how life works! Regardless, it was lots of fun seeing everyone run and I thought they all did great. In fact, I really just wanted to cheer on everyone there because I felt so bad for them. But I held back and had some school spirit instead.

So to sum it all up. RUNNING SUCKS.

but I wish I could be successful like them...

bahah. oh the dilemma!

anyways, I wish I could say I'm excited for the weekend, but with marching band and the ACT, I'm really just kind of pissed off....ahhh well, thats life for ya!

well I better get on the run (no pun intended)...STAY GOLDEN!