First you tell me not to fret

First you tell me not to fret

I have goals.  Sorta.

1. No drama.  I am not repeating junior year... or freshman or sophomore year.  I am keeping my nose out of everyone's business and keeping my mouth shut and avoiding every possible crappy situation.

2. I will get straight A's.  Meaning I will actually study math.  Gross.

That's really it, actually.  I want senior year to be a good one... meaning I'm going to do what I want and not do things I don't want to do just to make other people happy (as in, I am not going to football games or basketball games because I hate them) and I'm going to manage my time so I can still watch the shows I want to watch and write when I want to and I'm not going to procrastinate (heheh).

I feel like in the last six or seven months or so I've realized who I am, or at least part of who I am.  And, as cheesy as it sounds, I want to stay true to that, because that's what makes me happy.  I think happiness is really undervalued.  Or maybe making oneself happy is.

Oh, also, I'm going to get in to college.  I'M GOING TO GET INTO COLLEGE.  Mantra?  Yeahhhh.