| I don't usually write in my blog so this is a pretty epic moment right here!
I'm so stressed, I swear I might go crazy soon. I can literally feel my head buurrnniinngg. There's so much to do and so little time. I would count exactly how many days until feb 28th but I'll be too stressed. Uhh... 14 days...? 2 weeks exactly... SCREW MY LIFE!
So some people may ask, "What's Feb 28th?"
My answer: D-DAY! And the days leading up to it are one huge battle I'm struggling to live through.
Why is it D-Day? Well... That's the day all the university and scholarship applications are due. Mind you, I just got notice of one of the scholarships YESTERDAY! Gahh!! Oh and that reminds me I need to e-mail my teacher... You know you're a geek when you e-mail your teachers... ahahah. Story of my life...
And then on March 2nd I have a HUGE history package due... What kind of a teacher would do that to us!? "You're not busy enough, lets throw some more homework your way." Idiot. How well do you think I'm going to do on THAT? And I swear, I attempted to start early (and even have like 3 paragraphs done) but it's really hard and therefore difficult to sit down and do. Just like all my applications + essays.
For most universities, you just need to fill out an application and self-report your grades but nooo for UBC you have to write 3 paragraphs. Lovely!
I should go sleep now considering how I'm dead tired and have a meeting tomorrow. Love my life...
<3
P.S. Happy Valentine's Day...? Worst holiday on the face of this planet. Why would you make people feel bad about themselves. And also, you should be telling people you love them every day so why make an occasion out of it? They already have anniversaries... That's their holiday of love. Now bugger off!
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| His hand felt cold around mine at first but then it felt like it had always belonged there. I could remember coming down this same road we were walking on when I had been only six years old. My new bike was my most valuable possession and I rode it like I owned the road. It was a purple bike and it used to have white and pink streamers but I ripped them off one day. They made me look like a little kid and I refused to believe I was one.
I loved this quiet road as a child but since last week, I despised it. I’d been walking home and though it was only 7:30 pm, it was rather dark. I hated walking alone but I was 20 years old and should have been braver. The weather wasn’t too cool. There wasn’t even wind to make weird noises. I mostly kept my head down as I walked but for a second I lifted it to look the white house I used to live in.
The house was white and huge. It looked like one of those houses you see on those MTV shows. We had our own pool in the backyard and more land than we needed. It did provide room for the trampoline though. The only thing I hated about it was the fact that I was so far away from my friends. It was a 15 minute bike ride to my closest friend’s house and we weren’t even the best of friends.
Anyways, I look to the opposite of my house where there was a house no one had lived in for as long as I could remember. Anytime I’d seen that house, it had stood out in the green grass in the morning and blended in with the night sky. This time, however, there was a tiny light on like a lamp. How could that be though when the house was completely empty? I stopped for a second and stared at it. The door was closed as always and the driveway was empty. That’s the way it had always been. I looked at the windows and suddenly saw a shadow go by. Terrified, I walked faster back to my house.
After a week of trying to convince myself that it had all been in my imagination, I’d had enough. Now, Jamie and I were on our way back to the house. Having him with me made me feel like that little kid riding the bike again. He was everything to me and having him there made me less scared and more assured. (There was also the light that made everything less creepy.)
We stopped on the road, a couple yards away from the house.
“It’s that house.” I said in my quiet voice and pointed at it.
Jamie pointed in the same direction, trying to make sure I was pointing at the right one. “That one?”
I nodded.
“Lets go then.” He tightened his hand around mine as we walked toward the house.
((Yes, I know it's crappy but what can you do about it...? :( Not my fault I suck at writing!))
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