Christmas? New Year's? Nah. I Would Rather Complain.

well, hello. i hope you all had the most fantastic holiday season of your life. i hope you got all the presents you wanted, made realistic new year's resolutions, and spent lots of quality time with your family and friends. i know i did. but, as the title of this post implies, i'm not going to talk about that right now.
instead, i would like to talk to you about school. fun, right?
well. it's sunday. tomorrow is the day i dread, for that is when my winter vacation comes to an abrupt end. i'll get up at 6:30 to get a big "good morning!" from my fifty- or forty-something degree room. i'll tear my retainers out of my mouth, throw myself into a scalding hot shower, and after that, i'll be greeted again by my freezing bedroom, where i will throw on my favorite and over-worn pair of jeans and one of my new t-shirts. then i'll go stand outside and wait for the bus for twenty fucking minutes, and i'll be on my way. exciting, right? i fucking know. and then, oh, and then, i'll either endure through shitty choir and sing retarded songs, or i'll sit in band with new songs, a broken saxophone, and a complete lack of enthusiasm. second period will be great, because we were supposed to read all of The Midnight Assassin and i'm only on chapter nine. sixth period will be heavenly as well, because that's U.S. History, which is definitely not my favorite subject (what do i care what this stupid country has accomplished?) and we had some big-ass assignment that i could not finish because i was sick, then we had snow days, and i'm the best at procrastinating... but i don't have any more room to procrastinate... see, we had to write our outlines on this stupid Inspiration 8 program that i do not have at home, so i couldn't send it to myself and grah. ms. gevock says that that particular assignment can make me fail the class. great. that's just what i need. another reason for me to be grounded and another big scratch on my college plans.
oh, who needs college? you know, i've always wanted to go, ever since i was a little kid, and i always knew i would be the one person in my family to finish... but it's not going to happen. i've been thinking just recently, and i wonder if i should just get a winnebago and drive around the continent, stopping to smell the roses every now and again. i can let my hair grow long and unruly, enjoy nature, and meet thousands of amazing people on my adventures. i don't know how i'll make money... i haven't figured that part out yet... but perhaps it will have something to do with writing. now, i know you can't tell from this blog, because i don't capitalize and i'm not trying to impress you, but i can write. i think. i'm pretty good, and with a few more classes, maybe composition and journalism, or instead of journalism, advanced comp., depending on how difficult regular-type comp. is, i can learn and improve on my writing ability. so there. maybe i can sell a couple of books, make some dough, drive around some more, sell some cartoons just for fun, try to sell more books... i suppose it would be pretty difficult, if i cared about cash too much. but i figure i won't spend much anyway, so as long as i've got money gas, food, and 'bago bills - how would they send them to me, i wonder? - i would be fine. well... it sounds like fun to wander, but i doubt it'll happen.
so if i don't go to college, and i don't wander, what will i do? i guess only time will tell. whatever happens, happens, right? whatever. if i don't like how things end up, i'm sure i can alter them somehow.