O Time, Thou Must Untangle This, Not I.

Today was useless, and that's Jim dandy. Most things in my life are okay because, hey, in one week, I won't have any AP classes to stress over. And in six weeks, I'll have graduated. And in seven weeks, I'll be with my friends in Actor's Academy. And in five months, I'll be going to college. And I'll be able to build a new life for myself while maintaining the ties of my choosing to the past. And it will be great.

Oh yeah, did I tell you? I'm going to WHITTIER!







I want that shirt. Anyway, I'm quite pleased with my decision, and I absofruitly LOVE the feeling of saying, "This is MY school." For some reason, 99% of my class is going to UC Santa Barbara... since one of the primary objectives of college (for me anyway) is to NOT be in high school, going to school with the same people is extraordinarily unappetizing. I'm sharing Whittier with one friend, and by my standards that is perfect. I have someone to share my Poet pride with, and at the same time we maintain the unique charm of going to not-Santa-Barbara. Barbara is an ugly name anyway. Just kidding, those of you who are reading this and attend/are attending Santa Barbara.


Forget what I said before. I want THIS shirt.

Gosh, now I'm all abuzz looking at all the clever Whittier-slogan T-shirts. I guess you could say these shirts are WHITTER than most? A-hah, a-hah, a-hahh.

I had a startling shock the other night, and I felt the need to share it via Blogger. I saw the movie "17 Again" (NOT my choice) with Zac Efron and Matthew Perry. I'll reiterate that I did not choose this movie; I was tagging along with a friend who didn't want to see it either but HER FRIEND wanted to see it and so on and so forth. SO, after I spent $9.50 to see a movie with a grotesquely predictable plot and a surprisingly star-studded cast, I realized something: Zac Efron is attractive. I'm ashamed to admit this because I'm not usually for the pretty boys with orange tans. But Zac... well, he's just a freakishly well put-together guy. His face has the bone structure of a god, his hair is perfect, his body is perfect, his eyes are deep and clear, his skin is immaculate, his smile is white and disarming... it's abnormal how many things about him went right when he was born. For the longest time I was very anti-Efron, asserting that the combination of his features was overbearing. Plus he was orangish, in High School Musical, and appealed to 11-year-old girls who really think if you smack into someone in the halls in high school they'll growl, "Watch it!" But in the moments where he isn't posing like a girl:





...he does show signs of realistic attractiveness. Am I Team Efron now? No. I still hate his image, his movies and 85% of all his headshots. But I will say that I have seen the Efron light, that I may no longer be blind.