58 days until freedom. Sort of...kind of...not really....

You tear me down

And then you pick me up

You take it all

And still it's not enough

You try to tell me you can heal me

But I'm still bleeding

And you'll be the death of me

I've been playing/listening/singing to this song non-stop. Yesterday was a hard blow, even though I expected it the whole time. I know him too well.

On a lighter note, I'm getting caught up in schoolwork. I surprised even myself. Too bad Pre-Calculus isn't going as fast. Why do we need Calculus anyways? It's not like the majority of us use it for our jobs or anything. I know it's there to "exercise our brains," but there are other more useful ways of doing that, like learning multiple languages or something. Latin, Spanish, and French all exercised my brain. Too bad I can't remember much of them though...I really want to learn German. A: because I have German blood, and B: because it's is very similar to the English language. I guess that's be because they both evolved from Anglo-Saxon.

Oh btw. Yes Shaniqua, my parents WOULD let me wear red skinny jeans. I already have magenta. Which, surprisingly, my mother likes. My brother calls them my "Barney" pants and hates them with a passion. They are NOT the same purple as Barney and if he hates them, then oh well.

I'm thinking of dying the underpart of my auburn/red hair blonde. What do you think? Either that, or an even bigger highlight where the old one is.

It's too bad I'm not sad. It's casting over...