An Accidental Autobiography

If anyone hasnt guessed by now I'm currently a senior in high school. Now I've done the regular high school, where you go to a cluster of buildings and navigate through the clusterfuck of crowds. Not to mention the typical mess that is the social scene, dear god that place is a mess.


Anyway, the best way to sum up each year of high school is as follows:


Freshman Year: This was the year that I switched back and forth between wanting to go to art school and not even caring if I graduated. I'm pretty sure I flunked almost half my classes first semester, and the only reason I passed anything 2nd semester was because I got better at bullshitting every assignment. The only classes that I put any effort into were my art classes. This year was also a total disaster socially as a large portion of my friends wanted little to do with me and I had to build my social circle from scratch again. (I had moved to Washington the year before, showing up in  8th grade knowing no one)


Sophomore Year: I think I still kinda talked about art school, I'm not really sure. Anyway, I would have cared more that year if it hadnt been for many upheavals in my personal life. Grades still were shittastic due to my inability to focus in the environment my classes had, and the distractions from my personal life. Though the social situation did get much better, I found a group that I seemed to fit into nicely, but I also suffered from an inability to get a damn date.


Junior Year: Oh this year I really wanted to care, this is when I know my focus had shifted to cosmetology rather than art school. The shift partially being due to my cutting my own hair since halfway through freshman year, and rarely fucking it up. And for the record, I have boyishly short hair, its not easy to cut it yourself, seeing as you cant really tell what youre doing. But again, home issues (aka dealing with a step mom that hates me) kept me distracted most of the year. Socially I was a bit more of a recluse, but still semi stable. This was also my last year in a regular high school.


Now senior year, I've transfered to online classes. This means I can pretty much do my work when I want to (other than class sessions I need to log on for) which for me personally is wonderful because I'm a nightowl. Getting up at 6 every morning to go to school did not work well. Actually, it was a disaster at best.


I'm still planning on going to school for cosmetology, just not in Cali like I threatened my whole family for well over a year. It looks like I'm moving to a city I kinda hate, and I'm probably going to learn to really hate it after I'm there for 5 quarters. My plan is to move again as soon as I can. This year I've gotten wonderfully antisocial, even my best friends rarely see me. And my grades still suck, but at least I'm passing.
Oh and I've realized that I'm finally the person I've been acting like since 8th grade. Except I'm still not a lesbian, my guy issues have not gotten that bad yet. Crazy I know. Oh and Im even more cynical, because I just had to get worse somehow. XD
Senior year = sex, drugs, and a shitty taste in music


Yeah I originally planned to write about what a change online school has been for me, but I'm feeling too cynical for that. So what?

These things shouldn't have anything in common

Ah Golf, the only sport that is a sport, and a cure for insomnia. Who would have thought that one of the more enjoyable things in life would be remotely similar to it? Sex and golf, one enjoyable, the other insanely boring, and yet here are three ways these two activities are shockingly similar.

One: Skill is not a requirement for enjoyment

Sex, no matter how bad you may be at it, unless one of you spontaneously combusts in the middle of it, there is no such thing as unenjoyable sex. And if you are bad at sex the only way to get better is to keep practicing, so being bad at it is just an excuse to keep doing it. And if you are a Golf player, you're going to have fun no matter how low your score is. (IF you actually like Golf that is)

Two: If you don't have your own place to practice you have to be quiet

Golf is known for two things, being really boring to watch, and also being the quietest sport on the planet. (unless there's a league of library sports I don't know about) And anyone who's been in a relationship where neither person has their own place knows that there are two options, either have no sex, or just very quiet sex. Though both of these follow the rule that volume doesn't matter when no one else is around.

Three: Get the hole in one

A hole in one is a great thing to have in golf, it leads to a lower score, which may lead to winning. And failure to do so can be embarrassing, just like in sex. So guys, perfect your aim and avoid any future embarrassment and/or humiliation in either of those endeavors.