I want to go back to school

for the record, two of my favorite days in the school year is the first day and the last day. all the other days in between are a roller coaster. but it's better than being stuck inside cleaning your room or just waiting to die. (Which, is almost a step up from what I've been doing this summer) Tomorrow my mom is going to make me spend the day cleaning and cleaning and cleaning. which is definitely not my first choice of how to spend my day after soccer conditioning. since no one ever shows up, those that come have to run. how's that fair? it's not. Emily (the senior that works us a little harder) says she doesn't give a damn about people who don't show up, as long as she's in shape. I don't know about her, but if I were the senior in this picture, I'd be nicer to all the new freshman who probably haven't been forced to run like this ever in their lives. In all my years of playing soccer, I'll admit to never having to run this much. And this isn't even official practice. It's run only by the seniors. I guess it is completely optional, but come on. the least the others can do is show up once a week.
So, so far my summer is a total waste of my time. I mean, yeah, I've gotten a lot done compared to some of my peers, like I've almost finished a complete book series, drawn and painted more in the past two months than usual, and started learning a third language, but still. I'm not... como se dice.. a social butterfly. Usually, the only social interaction I get is from the people I hang out with or talk to at school. Which, again, I'll admit is not very many. I've had friends that call me antisocial to my face. It doesn't really phase me, to be honest, but you know, it's one of those things that you just blow off until times when you actually realize it's true. I spent the entire summer after sixth grade cooped up in my closet. Yes, my closet. And it wasn't even a walk in closet. Just a closet with my clothes and stuff pushed to the side so I could sit. I usually talked to myself while doing miscellaneous stuff, like doodling or cutting paper. Well, actually I put posters of people on my wall and pretended they could hear me. So technically, I wasn't talking JUST to myself. Isn't that sad? I even read my old school notes when I get bored sometimes. I mean, I guess this blog is a step up from talking to myself, but I tend to get a little bit rant-y and completely oblivious that someone can ACTUALLY be reading this. Oh well, now that I'm aware of it, I guess I'll go rant somewhere else.

^Maile!^