So I’m 17 now, which is weird, and I don’t know how I feel about it. Since March I’ve been really busy and it’s not going to stop until school does which is 8.5 more weeks. That’s frightening. I’m not sure I can last that long… I feel like there’s so much to do before school ends and I don’t know when I’m going to have time to do it. I am also developing an unhealthy amount of apathy about everything, which is such a problem because I’m not a senior yet, I’m a second semester junior, this is when stuff really counts.

Also the new season of 16 and Pregnant started last week on Tuesday but I wasn’t here. I love that show, it’s so sad but I really do and I wish I had a friend that would watch it with me so we could text during the show and be like “oh my god, he is the worst father this whole season so far” or “she is so retarded, why is she out partying when she has a newborn.” But I can’t see any of my intellectual friends wasting an hour on Tuesday watching a show about pregnant teenagers so it’ll be a 16&P party of one for me tomorrow.

Somehow prom is less than 3 weeks away, I don’t when that happened. On the trip to Puerto Rico the kids from Nebraska were like “oh our prom is next weekend because our school gets out on May 17th” or something like that. And I was like “whaaaaat?” They don’t even start much earlier than we do. I was pretty pissed when I heard that. But anyway prom has taken over my life so much that I had a nightmare a few days ago that prom was April 14th instead of May 14th and I didn’t have a dress or the limo or what I was doing after prom figured out and I died on the inside. I also dreamed that my date was not Sean Lambert, but instead this senior who was kind of cute but that I had never seen before in my life… weird. WHO AM I? Last year at this time I was like “oh I’m not going to Junior Prom, it’s so conformist” or whatever pretentious Sophomore me said. And now I’m like organizing prom for my friends kind of, at least the limo/hair part for some people. Funny what a year can do.

Speaking of pretentious sophomore me, I’ve changed a lot since last year. Last year I was like “everyone that doesn’t listen to the same caliber of music as me is uncultured and has a bad taste in music,” basically a sad self loathing hipster. Now I’m more like, “you know what, if it makes you happy, listen to it.” Because there’s way bigger issues in the world than if someone likes country music or rap instead of obscure bands. (I’m really making sophomore me look bad, sorry).