Tomorrow, January 3, 2009, will be my seventeenth birthday.
I'm not too happy about it. I've never been happy about the idea of getting older. Also, this New Year's was rather annoying as well. I hate holidays. The only one I like is Halloween. Perhaps for all the candy?
I've also been getting quite a few love confessions lately. I don't know why that is. I'm not sure how I am interesting, really. I got an odd compliment from someone earlier in the week. They said "There aren't too many people who can hold my interest for so long while still clothed."
I'm not too sure on what the hell I'm supposed to say to that.
Also, school's going rather badly this year, too. I'm just so used to hardly looking at the material and getting As and Bs. This year, I'm actually studying for most of my classes and I'm trying very hard to not get kicked out od Latin. I can read the language just like English. Sadly, that's the problem. The teacher asks what case it is, and what form of speech, etc. I have a hard time doing that with English itself. But I can read just fine and understand what the hell we're supposed to be going on about.
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