So there's one day left until my long-awaited vacation. Spring Break came today after school, and it's funny that such a burden seems to be lifted as soon as the minute hand hit three o' clock. I don't have to worry about staying awake in stats or avoid getting bitched at by my art teacher. I don't even have to pretend like I'm interested in what my history teacher has to say about Phillip II anymore. Not like I paid attention anyway, but it's just one less thing not having to be there. The only problem is that when I come back I'll have to finish a test in history, prepare myself for the Stats Exam (which will by then be approximately two weeks away), and worry about my canvas which I'm bringing with me on my vacation and will probably end up never working on, let alone looking at. But there's no school tomorrow, so I'm content.
I have a lot of packing and laundry-washing to do tomorrow. I don't know why I always insist on waiting until the last minute to do these things. Procrastination is a bitch. Like my Senior Will, for example: I vowed I'd finish or at least complete a good portion of it before I went to bed. I even got off the phone early with Steve intending to work on it, but What did I do after I got off the phone? Told myself I'd lay down for a few minutes, and then woke up. The next morning. I've made myself a checklist though, so at least I won't be running around all frantic the morning of.
To clarify my trip, I'm leaving at around 6:00 a.m. (ugh) Saturday morning, spending a total of four days in Florida, and then returning home the following Saturday evening. Lyndsay's bringing her television in the van on the way down and I'm bringing a few games, so we'll most likely be playing Nintendo 64 on the way down, which is rad.
Well, I need some sleep. Goodnight. :)