  "Vacation, need a little sun to break up All the frustration and turn it into love. Ain't nobody gonna tell us what we're gonna do Because today It's up to me an' you..." ~ Vacation by Vitamin C Finally, after months of back-breaking toil and long hours of insomniac musings, my week of rest has come!
Tomorrow I head out to Florida with the rest of my highschool's band members (whee! ), and from then until Sunday it'll be nothing but relaxation! Sun tan lotion, sandles, souviners, and plenty of SAND! A week away from bitching mothers and flu-ridden little brothers and angry fathers and all the pressures of school.
God, this must be heaven! This deserves a celebration... though the best I can do right now is delay homework assignments and dance around in my room. Ah well, after all the stress sophmore year has put me through, I deserve a break before everything gets out of control and I snap. My life had been speeding in a downward spiral, drilling me painfully into the ground and weighing me down with 'responsibility. ' Christ, adults have no idea how difficult it is to keep all the balls in the air; to them responsibility builds character.
Feh, yeah right. Character my ass. All week I tried leaning towards people, indulging in the feminine instincts to find someone to sympathize with my horrible experiences, but found that no one wanted to hear my rants. So, halleluja, thank God for the internet. Blogs are a great way to filter rampant emotions. It's at times like this when I feel really lonely, lacking a shoulder to lean on. Maybe in Florida I'll feel happy enough to flirt a little. Who knows? I may actually catch someone's eye when I'm down there.
That'd be nice. A person needs a comforting hug every once and a while! On a side note, why do guys act thicker than they really are? I mean, not every dude can be so simple that kicking a bottle into a moving fan would be amusing three times in a row... Then again, maybe they could. Anyways, it usually seems to me that guys with an intelligence over the expected level for men are shunned (there aren't many...) Today I told some jerk that he was shallow, and he had to ask the definition from a friend.
The friend replied as if it were totally obvious, "Dude, it's, like, not deep..." Ladies and gentlemen, the Y-Chromosome. Stupid leading the stupid. Okay, okay, enough ranting. Time to enjoy my vacation as blissfully as possible! Hasn't this been a shorter, more light-hearted blog, overall? Don't expect to many of those. Adios, amigos, yo escribir cuando tengo tiempo. (Bye, friends, I'll write when I have time) 
