eighteeeen.

I turn 18 in approximately 1 hour and 55 minutes.

well. technically I was born at 4:26am. So, I guess I'm not a legal adult until then. haha.

I'm excited. My friends and I are skipping a half day of school tomorrow. it's well worth it.

Prom.

This is way too late but uh, here's some prom pictures. The food sucked, but it was realllly fun!!
Maybe tomorrow I'll post pictures from the senior class trip to Baltimore.

Save the Last Dance

I really and honestly and truly cannot wait until the day I can walk out of my high school and know that I won't be forced to spend time with a certain set of people. I really cannot stand a group of people in my grade; they are overly annoying and immature. I'm especially sick of one girl in particular. I'm pretty sure I mentioned her in a previous entry; the girl that always enforces her opinion on everyone, always is complaining, and really is a complete and total bitch. Now I won't go to the extent of stating her name or even certain situations where she's been a bitch to me, but really, I can't help but hold back the urge to slap her square in the face REALLY hard. She's definitely one girl that I won't be missing at all when I'm out in Pittsburg.

In other news, tomorrow is prom and I'm kind of not that excited at all. I guess I should be because it's my last high school dance and I'm going with a huge group of friends, but honestly... I don't know I'm just not that enthused. A bunch of girls have gotten spray tans or have been tanning to look absolutely perfect (personally I think they just look incredibly skin with an orange tint to their skin and fake long nails.) I guess I'm a slight hipocrit though because I did get the spray tan and the fake nails done last year. But in none of my pictures- or even the day after-- did I look incredibly fake. It looked like I laid out in the sun for a week or two and my nails looked like I just got a manicure done-- not huge long acryllic nails. But whatever. I'm just not that excited. I get my hair done around 12. And then eat a salad for lunch. and then I just kind of chill until about 30 minutes before Ben leaves to get me. [ My date is one of my BEST FRIENDS. and we're meeting up with our huge group to get pictures at his house.] So I guess I'm excited for the whole aspect of hanging out with best friends all night, besides the fact that 3 of mybest friends won't be there. Instead they're having a "man bbq" and then will meet up with us after prom at Ben's house. So I don't know. I just kind of hope my excitement gets up by tomorrow.

Something that is super super lame-- I work Music In the Parks Saturday morning which means I have to be at the high school by 7:30am. I probably won't sleep at all after prom and I definitely won't get to shower before heading to MIP. So I guess I'll be showing up with messy hair and in sweatpants or shorts and my director will just have to deal with it.

okay well. I'll update with pictures probably after prom.

senioritis? you can have it.

In 18 days, I'll be 18 years old.
And 18 days plus one year ago, I was at my junior prom. Celebrating my 17th birthday with amazing friends and having the time of my life. Weird thing is-- that doesn't seem like a year ago. at allll. It's insane and almost unbelievable how quickly my senior year has flown by. It seems like it's always the first of the month. I'm always flying through the weeks. One day this is due and I'm supposed to have two weeks until the next thing is due and magically-- that due date is tomorrow. I don't know. I'm not complaining that it went so quick, and that it still is going so quick. But I kind of wanted to be able to soak it all in before it was over. I mean, I love my senior year. I have the best friends ever and we have the best times together and my classes aren't that bad. All together so far, it's been an amazing last year of high school. I just wish there was more time to soak it in. And have fun before being unleashed into the "real world." But I won't lie, I really hate going to school everyday. and the homework. and waking up at 6am to sing by 715am and it's a drag. It's definitely senioritis.

Oh well. I graduate in 24 days. I still don't really want to go to the commencement ceremony but hey- I got a really cute white dress out of the deal, so that's not too bad.

Do you have a first aid kit handy?

I'm incredibly sorry for my lack of updates. Everything just kind of slammed all at once school work wise, and madrigal rehearsels are now starting up. It's kind of stressful, and I don't exactly hand stress well.

Oh well.

I really like when a song I'm addicted to currently comes on the radio. It makes me smile and I can't help but turn it up and sing along in my car. I probably look like an idiot, but who cares?! And yeah, I'm hopelessly addicted to the song Damaged by Danity Kane. It's not my typical style of music AT ALL but it's just so catchy. Plus I watched Making the Band 4 where they were made.

Okay. Back to writing this paper...boo.

Too much.

I hate missing school because I hate having to make things up. Like tests galore and teaching myself math. BOO.

And I don't like having relationship and boy problems on top of it. Or the fact that I totalled my car. And wasted $220 of my parents money for the NYC trip that I could no longer go on after the accident. I don't know. I just kind of feel not so good lately.

Sorry for the lack of posts and then an update with this one. I'll have an insightful post tomorrow.

Huge change of plans...

Yesterday I went to my friends house and around 4:35pm, I decided to leave. It was a beautiful spring day so my windows were open but in no case was I speeding. I decided to take the "short- cut" home instead of traveling 934 and dealing with the after work traffic. Everything was going great until I realized the curve ahead was a lot sharper than I had remembered [and you really couldn't tell from my direction- you can from the other direction and I've traveled that way many times.] My back tires squealed and started going across the yellow lines. I tried to over steer back onto the road but did it way too hard and crashed headfirst into a tree. I didn't black out so I remember everything. Everything is so vivid in my mind and frankly, it's horrible. After the airbags went off, I jumped into the back seat of my car grabbed my cell phone, which was in my camera case, and jumped out of my car. i was freaking out. I called my dad and tried to explain what happened but I was in shock and couldn't' do it justice. A really nice elderly lady came running around the corner and called 911 for me. Shortly after the gentlemen from the house up the street came to help give directions and a house number for the EMT's to come. And then an amazing Army guy came and held my head still and let me rest on him. I didn't realize I was in pain until I sat down. My ribcage hurt, my head hurt and had a bump and scratch. When the EMT's arrived. Everything became a blur. I was having my vitals checked, my neck put in a brace and next thing I know, they're positioning me on a board to load me into the ambulance. I was still in a state of shock-- I had no idea what was going on completely. The guy in the ambulance was really nice. I got oxygen, an IV, and was being monitored constantly. I was told I was being admitted as a trauma patient since I hit headfirst at 40mph into a tree.

After arriving at the hospital, I was put into a room and surrounded by at least 8 people. They pulled off my jeans and cut off my shirt and tank top. I was moved onto a different bed and they checked everything. they hooked me up to an IV and took my blood and all this stuff. Really, it became a blur and I just wanted to see my parents. After a little bit, my parents could come in and check on me. I asked them to call Schane and let him know and ask him to come. I was taken to get CT scans and x-rays. I was admitted for the night and Schane stayed until 9ish. It was a relief and relaxing to have him there. And my mom stayed the night with me. I was on IVs and there just for observations. I'm okay besides my ribcage is really sore and my neck really hurts. I have a cut on my top right forehead, my left hip bone and left ankle. I'm lucky to be alive and that my airbags went off along with me wearing a seat belt. it could have been a lot worse, thank goodness it wasn't.

If you get the Lebanon Daily News there's a picture in the local section of the crash. They didn't mention my name because my dad requested it not be released. It just says a female driver.

Here's three pictures of my car.