Time for an update, I think, no?
School is going really well for me. The only class that I'm not doing so well in is U.S History, but in my defense, I didn't grow up in this country. So. A weak argument, but an argument all the same. English has finally become interesting. The utter stupidity of that class was all due to the book we were reading - The Red Badge of Courage. I realize that Stephen Crane's excruciating detail would have been welcomed had he been talking about anything interesting. War is so boring.
In other news, Badly Drawn Boy's new album is out! It's really lovely. It's not overpowering or underwhelming, it's juuuuust right. He fine tunes his music without changing his style all too much. A lot of people like a little change now and then, but his music is so perfect as is that it's nice to have the same familiar sounds with just a touch of difference. Mhm, indeed.
I just finished watching America's Next Top Model, and I must say, they just eliminate all the people who aren't confrontational or dramatic enough. Same with Project Runway, which really pisses me off, but such is reality tv.
I've been in a slump lately. I don't even know if you'd call it a slump, but whatever it is, it's not pleasurable. My life has become so mundane and eventless. What happened to the old me! The 9-year-old me! It's sad, but I was a wilder girl at 9 than I am now. Hell, I smoked my first shisha at 6 and now I barely have the time to anymore. I don't feel like I'm doing enough. Mr. Howards advice of 'Be a kid' is finally rubbing off on me. How freaking boring is my life? High school kids are supposed to be wild and crazy and ignorant. Why aren't I? I just don't feel like a kid anymore. Most of the 16/17 year olds in my grade have more fun in a night than I do in a year. It's not so much that other people are having fun that bothers me, it's that I don't know how to have fun. What the hell is 'fun' anyway?
There isn't much to say on the Nadia front. I'm not sure where we stand right now and quite honestly I don't care. I haven't stopped living without her, and I certainly don't intend to let her absence rule my life. I won't lie - I do miss her - but you can only grieve for so long. I'm over it.
Et voilà, I'm finished!