Wow, it feels incredibly strange to be writing this after such a long hiatus. I moved on to LiveJournal and Facebook, but I would visit this site sometimes out of nostalgia. The only catch was that I wouldn't know what to write-- until today. It's actually thanks to Johnson's latest entry who inspired me what to write what I know best: the past and the future. I'm so bad at writing about the present, haha.

As I write this now, it's the home stretch of the school year. May is fast upon us, and with that comes AP exams, Senior Sprit Week Part 2, the final Musical I will be attending this year, Multicultural Fair, the PROM, the afterprom, the talent show, battle of the bands, yearbooks, Graduation, and onward. It's alot of things to pack for May and June, but it will pass me by so fast. I just know it. At the same time, this is the exact span of time I want it to slow down, where I want to scream "FREEZE!" and hope that it will be in slow suspension before it accelerates up to July.

Yesterday, the first day of May, was also the time when seniors had to deposit their college of choice, finally. The initial hysteria of who got int where has now died down but funnily enough, it's manifesting itself in other ways. Such examples include Facebook network groups that have something akin to "Middle School 123 '2004 College Decisions!" or whatnot. It makes me sad how 237 doesn't have a group like that, because I feel like in some respects, it makes us feel bonded together. At the same time, does it really matter?  Does our class 8-10 really need a group like that to know where we're going? Hmmmm.

Another thing: middle school has been crossing my mind more than once. It's been four years, and I can't help but look back at this xanga, when I had this in eighth grade all the way to sophomore year. Just when I am mentally preparing myself on leaving high school, I am under this same mentality I had when I was leaving middle school in order to go to high school.  I wonder if anybody else has gotten that feeling? Where you want  to embrace that new part of your education and your life to that school and break free of some patterns and bad habits, but also comfort yourself with the familiar before you truly move on? It's a transitory stage, something akin to a growing-out phase of a haircut where it's all awkward and all over the place before they actually fall into place.

It's been a long time and I've got a long way to go.
I wish myself some luck, and I wish you the best.
I love you guys.

Two years.