WHAT AM I DOING
June 15, 2016
I’m doing an open topic journal because I can’t find a yearbook to sign. Do you know how awkward that is? Like, hey-I-don’t-really-talk-to-you-much-but-I-can-sign-your-yearbook type of ordeal. It’s weird. Human conversation is already hard to do WITHOUT having to write some crazy summer sentiment afterward. I love this yearbook. It’s all colourful and stuff. The year is so close to not being a school year anymore. What the heck?! Where’s my sanity???? It must have left with the days that passed this school year. I’M GOING TO MISS HARLEY AND HER SONGS AND SPONTANEOUS SWEARING. It’ll be a weird year next year. There’s a whole crowd of people leaving that I’ve been used to having around.
My yearbook has a lot of fingerprints on it. A fingerprint is like a memory or a message inside the yearbook, except grosser. Ah, school. Gross and fun, all at once. Until this point, I thought I wouldn’t miss high school. I begged to take all online courses for grade 12 because I couldn’t stand it. I think I’m actually going to miss this place.
Are there still minutes left in this journal? I thought it was over already. Oh well, I guess I’ll keep writing. I like writing something, even if it means nothing. But, there is meaning in nothing. The meaning is that it doesn’t have a meaning. But wait, doesn’t that mean it does have a meaning? English makes everything more confusing. I’m confused. I don’t even know what I just wrote.