I feel like having a little rant.

You know what I realized today while talking to my grandma? Okay, firstly, let me just say how rare it is for me to actually talk to my grandma. She usually doesn't understand what I say, so I gave up trying a little bit ago after a huge argument where she started claiming that my grandfather is braindead. He isn't braindead. He had a stroke and now has some trouble speaking, but he's not braindead. I digress. The point is that it is a sign of how prevalent this thought is with me that I actually felt like sharing it with my grandma. It had to be expressed, and she was right there.

I do not want to go back to high school. No, I'm not going to drop out. I'm just saying that I do not want to go back. I'm not looking forward to it at all. Yes, there are some great teachers who teach me a lot inside and out of the classroom. Yes, there are a few people I would miss. But, honestly, most of the time is spent over the smallest bullshit. Oh, and yes, usually I try to be more eloquent and refrain from cursing when actually typing something out, but not for this. 80% of my time at Frankfort is spent on bullshit, pure and simple. Junior year fucked everything up, and I'm not digging it.

Look, I'm just ready to go. I want to escape. Those of you reading this (there are probably two of you, tops) probably are thinking that summer has just started, and I should give it time, my feelings towards it will change. No. Not thinking that is very likely. I will make the most of my time, yes, and there are certain things I'm looking forward to, but for the most part I will be wading through petty bullshit. Awesome. That's the way I like to spend my days!

Ah, fuck. Rant. Rant. Rant. High school never ends. Wa-oh.