Shoot me? Any takers?

I'm *supposed* to be studying for a biology test right now. But I'm not. And no, it doesn't *exactly* matter that I'm taking the test in 18 minutes, and I'm not prepared. Whatever. I'll just mutter the answers under my breath so I can *hopefully* pass this test...

*muttering: Order, Growth and Development, Reproduction, Energy Utilization...*

I applied for College a few days ago.
Uh....I honestly don't remember if I've posted about college before...but either way...I'm going next year. And I'm in the process of applying, cuz I have to get letters of recommendation and have meetings with people and all of that...awesomeness...and let me tell you. It's really stressful. I'm only a junior, but I have senioritis BAD. I just wanna move away. Away from my siblings, away from my lack of friends here, away from the stupid boys here, away from it all. The only thing I'll miss besides my parents is the sky. Well...and the warmth. Because I'm moving to IDAHO. Where it is COLD. But anyway.

I've wanted to give up. And throw in the towel and just be like "laterr life! Suck it!" And kinda just walk away from school and life and become a hermit that sleeps most of the time. And when I'm not sleeping, I'd be watching psych and stuffing my face with jalapeno cheddar cheetos and nutella. And maybe ice cream and tapioca pudding. And the occasional fruit, but only because I REALLY like fruit.

So what I guess I've building up to is...yesterday sucked. Sucked like a bad kisser with onion breath and chapped lips. It was bad. And the thing is, it was supposed to be a GREAT DAY. I had been thinking about it the day before(which was kinda an average day) and I was excited for yesterday.

I was *mostly* prepared for my two classes yesterday, although the first one REALLY dragged on. Like...annoyingly so. Not that I don't love that teacher. He's my favorite this year. But...I hate that class. After my class, I ran around the house trying to find a pencil skirt, and then trying to find a blouse that would go with said skirt. Why? Because *I* had a job interview. See the thing is...I really needed that job. Like a LOT.I'm trying to pay for college in a year and I have to make roughly $1000 a month, if not more, if I expect to pay for it. I'm two months into this saving thing, and I've saved maybe $100? Yeah. Screw this. So I FINALLY had found a job and I was excited to finally have an extra income. I get there for the interview and I waited for 40. freaking. minutes. until the lady came out for the interview. The interview lasted about 10 minutes. She was kinda harsh, kinda cold, kinda mean. I didn't like her. And I was very clear that I can't work on Sundays. EVER. It's a religious thing for me. I know a lot of people just think it's a weekend, but it's the Lord's Sabbath and I refuse to work. She said I would only have to work three sundays out of the year: Easter, Fathers' Day, and Mothers' Day. She said, and quote, "If you can't work those days, I can't work with you and you better find a job else where."
I struggled not to cry as I left, simply because she had been so mean. But whatever, right? The Lord blesses people who obey.
Then stuff blew up last night with friends and my sister which I have neither the time or energy to relate.

It's time for the flippin test. Wish me luck...