For You I'd Bleed Myself Dry

School's over.

I really have to thank Thienson, Debbie, Kevin, and Andy for being the greatest friends to me when I was having an emotionally rough time. 

Wacky Wednesday (GOD JULIE, I AM EMULATING YOU NOW)

Wednesday ended on a fantastic note. After taking a heinous French exam, I made ice cream and crepes in chemistry. After I went to the restroom during chemistry, I dropped by Ms. Bailey's class to pick up my materials for AP Chem. I emailed Ms. Bailey my information, and when I opened my email, I found out that I was a nominee for the Incentive Awards Program at UC Berkeley, which, if I won, would give me a ton of scholarship money.

I was so happy. My chemistry class was extremely sweet about it, but I only told Kevin and Duy in Bailey's class. So fucking happy. After three months of failure and rejections, something good finally happened. 

Afterschool, I went to Factory 2-U and bought 4 hipster t-shirts at extremely low prices. They're pretty nice, with designs of Snoopy, Starry Starry Night, the Beatles, and greco-roman stuff. 

Thrilling Thursday

On Thursday, I forced my Daddy to drive me downtown to the huge Martin Luther King Jr. Library. Short story? I borrowed a ton of books, bought a book, traveled all the way up to the 7th floor, found a cool women's suffrage exhibit on the 5th floor, drank a mango smoothie, finished Asterios Polyp and Y: The Last man, and sat outside relaxing. Really a great way to start vacation. At night, I talked a bit to Jenny, my awesome friend who goes to Vassar, and she got me into watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer!

Funtastic Friday

I spent most of today arranging my Video Yearbook for Junior year. At around 1, I went to the library. I saw a lot of people studying in there, which sort of made me feel guilty because I haven't began studying for my SAT yet. To my surprise, I saw Brian in there studying for his subject test. He excitedly showed me some books. I hope I didn't come off as rude, but I just nonchalantly nodded (again, the alliteration!) at his boyish zeal for some of the books he showed me. (And Still We Rise, 1984, so on.) I guess I always felt bad for emotionally depending on him throughout the year, and being overly friendly with him. Well, so it goes. And now, I go shopping!