Oops. I'm starting to enjoy Cheyenne again.

Just don't fuck up their dress-code or that shit, and it's all good for seniors. Good news.
Mr. Barkley [my sexy jewish english teacher/one true love] and Mr. Lawson [HOT AS FUCKING HELL man myth and magic class teacher. HOOOO MY LORDDDDDDDDDY LORD LORD LORD] said that dress code doesn't mean shit in college, so they need to stop talking about it on our ANNOUNCEMENTS and stop reading shit to us that we can READ OURSELVES. They both are against basically, and probably every, stupid little rule we have. Except for the you have ot show up for class at least before 10 minutes in the class rule. Which I don't blame them for. I respect that rule, and about zero others.

Psychology is lovely because my ideas are different from everyone's. My psychology teacher is bald, tall, apparently overweight according to the BMI scale, and very much a morning person.
I have 2nd period off, so I have been reading A million little pieces, even though [I know, I fucking know, goddamnit] not exactly concidered a memoir. I believe it doesn't fucking matter. He's a writer. Give him a creative-writer license, people. Calm down. So far, I really like it because it's easy quick and to the point. I like the one-word sentences. I'm thinking of using that a bit. I really like how there are no quotes. The spoken conversations are for you to decipher who is talking to whom. It's lovely and fun to read, as well. I hope I like reading after this book.
Third period is my man myth and magic class. It's a class Mr. Lawson created himself, and he is a beautiful man. A very intelligent, open-minded, wonderful man. I hope he likes my hair because he usually stares at me when he talks. He calls on Erin a lot, but I'm positive it's because there are two Erins and one of them sits next to me, and he does not know my name yet so he can't just call on me. Erin is a hoe and she stole my hair, but whatever. She hangs out with the girl who looks like she's always crying. Tasha hangs out with no one. Except erin, sometimes, even though she apparently ''hates her so much, always has, always will.'' I like how people go back on their word when they are desperate. People like that are pathetic.
Fourth period I have theatrical makeup, which is supposed to be another senior blow-off class... so far it's very exciting, especially since there are only a limited amount of seats in front of the mirror, and I sat in the only one that wasn't in front of the mirror. I feel like I have my own space. I prefer it, and my teacher thinks I am going to break my back bending over writing and painting, but I told her I prefer it. It will be very, very fun when we start learning make-up things. I'm excited, even though I will have to take out my contacts to put make-up on. I'm down.
I have first lunch, and so does Hannah, Shelby, Shelby's friend Sydney, Gabbie and my bestest friend Jullia. I'm very pleasedddd. :]
Next week, though, I have 2nd lunch. Whatever. I have newspaper 5th period. It is sucky, but it's more structured this year and I am excited about that... but I'm not excited about how I have to apply for the entertainment editor position. That makes me very sad, becuase I know nothing I did last year impressed her enough to let me be that editor. I should get it because I'm a senior though. I will keep my fingers crossed [which is a funny superstition that everyone practices].
Sixth period I have lovely Mr. Barkley. He is wonderful... all the time. Gabbie said she wrote about the abortion she had to get in that class when we wrote essays about our "emotional journies." He loves her, obviously, now. I'm glad. She does not hate all the teachers, she hates the teachers who don't respect her because she rarely respects anyone. I wrote about Jullia. He told me he is excited to read the thing I wrote... I told him he shouldn't really be too excited. I cried when I wrote it, but I didn't tell him that and I'm pretty sure I fixed my make-up enough to cover that up. I'm lucky to have Mr. Barkley again [even though that's also a superstition]. I love him. Our first unit is going to be College and we will write college essays, which I guess are just about ourselves... practice filling out applications... shit like that. Cece is in that class with me. She is soooo funny and beautiful and excited all the time. Her mom is one of the art teachers.
Cece is also in my 7th period class. It's really cool. She used to be in my 4th period, too but she dropped it. She's too artistic, anyway. She draws every. moment. she. gets. I'm not even exaggerating. She always wears red, red lipstick, she has beautiful dark, dark reddish hair, and it's sometimes curly just a bit so it looks just like an Herbal Essence's hair commercial. She is amazing, and one time some girl told me she looks like someone that would be in a Tim Burton movie. I'd have to agree, but she would be the bubbly, happy character. My 7th period class is Geometry. It is boring, I fall aleep, it's too hot in that class, but we never have homework.

My locker is a bottom locker, which sucks ass since I use my locker every class period, but I'm next to SHELBYYYY! and she's one of my favorite people at Cheyenne who have always been at Cheyenne. Her and CeCe. I'm lucky. And superstitious because I keep saying "lucky."
The people that I have ended up being friends with know everyone in the school. That's cool, becuase that's how I was in district 3, I think... except I knew a lot more people just because I lived there.


Even though the dress code is shit, and how they don't let you in the school during classes when you have a free period... I think this year will be the best year. Not only because I'm graduating, but because I'm maturing and becoming more happy with myself and my surroundings. Who knows, maybe this time next year, I will be so concieted that I actually have a boyfriend.
Lololololololollool.

nothing can stop me now.
nothing can stop me now.
nothing can stop me now.
nothing. can stop. me.