Italy

So, I am going on a trip to Italy with the school's art and latin club next Spring break and I am very happy. Notice how I used the bland words "very happy" instead of utterly bouncing off the walls or something of the sort. It's not as though I don't want to go, clearly, it's just so overwhelming. It's like the first taste of ice cream or some amazingly delicious other food that you just want to keep eating for the rest of your life. Coming back will be the most painful withdrawl; 20x more than ice cream. So, basically I would fall in love with a city and then have to come back to Baltimore, which is barely citified compared to Rome.

Is Anything Private Anymore?

It's a legit question. Every morning I come in to my Chemistry homeroom and someone is crying. Actually it's mostly just one person. And that one person "coincidentally" is basically the only person I've never seen wear colors and she's the only one who has the problem of constant "crying seshes" throughout the day. But, anyways, so somehow I know that she has had an "optical migraine" which doesn't exist (well I'm only 99.9% sure on that one), dated a "vampire" who bit her (disgusting!), and had some skin disease that would cause herself to pick at herself until she bled or so said she. Already too much right? The problem is that I haven't asked her once what's wrong or why she wears knee high combat boots everyday. She just announces it to whomever is sitting around her and we, of course, have assigned seats so that's me. H being near K in the alphabet. So, I blame this post of the alphabet.

She's not the only one. Now you have colorless's friend who has dyed her hair at least "five.5" (the same as how many boyfriends too, actually) times this year and in result it looks like straw you feed an ass (yes an actual donkey). Some people are hardly awake on Wednesdays or Fridays or even Saturday mornings, so Mondays you're barely expected to be conscious. She comes in on Mondays and announces her sex life which is practically unbelievable because she is so trashy and screwed up. But apparently, that's what males our age like.... bizarre. She tells us how many times they "rowed the boat"(6) and that her friend actually watched. Earthquake! Earthquake!! EARTH QUAKE!!! (hurricane! hurricane! hurricane!) ew EW EWWWW
So, I hope you get my point by now; you're probably not even reading this, you're THAT disgusted. Somethings just aren't meant to be publicized. And for some reason people think it's okay. It's so not.... on so many levels.