It's a new year

It's Christmas! Last night was enjoyable, it's rewarding to finally be able to get my parents presents with my own money. Even though I hate my job...that's another story. Since Christmas is notorious for quixotic optimism, I mean New Year's (resolutions) follow(s) it up, right? Well, it'd be really nice for my cousins to come back from Syria. I miss Noor, we were best friends up until the past 2 years when my Uncle shipped them off to the Middle East; safety always was his utmost concern. Wait, but let's subordinate that to the preferred position of his family. Yes, safety definitely after family. Seeing as he's cheating on his wife and leaves his 16 year old daughter to care for the 14 year old son (who should be conscripted in the very near future), 4 year old daughter, 3 year old son, and 2 year old daughter. But coming home at 3am to fulfill his duties has got to count for something? I don't blame his wife for leaving, but she should still care for her family. I wish I could take care of one of those kids, I know I never want to be a mom. But I can be one temporarily. If our entire family just stands by watching and not doing anything, I don't know how much longer I'll be able to tolerate it.
Anyway, enough of my rambling about my family. So, I'm actually going to be in town for New Year's, I don't know what I am going to do though. I've always felt really alienated from my peers, and it's definitely the epitome of awkward getting drunk and acting less than acceptable with people who know me from an academic situation--school. Sooo, we'll see how that goes. Normally during summer and winter, I get pretty crazy...but I'm slowly getting over that. It's not fun anymore. I'm sick of everyone trying to 'grow up' quickly, and by their definition, that just means buying cigarettes and alcohol underage. That's fun, but it's not fun when your parents find your cigarettes and you're rendered unconscious with your head in a bowl of puke. Awkward much? Very.
Last, I got my semester report card in the mail. Straight As! Sometimes I'm in awe at how pathetic I am for genuinely loving school. The only reason I was excited to get my report card was to see what Mr. Robertshaw gave me in government. He's the only teacher that's ever given me 'S's, and I wanted to get 'O's. Speaking of school, I miss my teachers. Seeing as I truly have about 6 friends in high school, I get really attached to my teachers. I guess it's the wisdom they have and share that can't be found in my peers. Especially since I e-mailed Mr. Robertshaw on a daily basis freaking out over the subject matter. I don't know what I'm going to do without Demetrion next year though =(. And I have to remind myself that I have a million stories for Mr. Adair and a million and one for Mr. Babahekian. At least everyone is coming back home from college and the 'family' time of break will be over soon, so I can resurrect my social life!

So senior year is halfway over and I still have a few applications to submit. I'll just wait until Christmas when my SAT scores arrive, then I'll debate whether or not it's worth to pursue those remaining schools. Winter break has been relaxing, but I wish it was more eventful. My car is finally getting fixed and I won't get it back until Friday. I guess winter break will brighten up once I'm mobilized. Driving the van is impossible, they should allot a certain class of licenses for boats. Today was the first day I went to the gym since...Halloween. It's pathetic and I feel gross. I haven't gained any weight, but I feel like my body composition has completely changed. Definitely going to start hitting the gym every single day again...

I was just looking through old pictures, especially from 8th grade and graduation. We cried so much back then thinking we all wouldn't be able to function without each other, but all those people that seemed to matter so much back then, don't matter now. I understand we all kept in touch with those certain friends, but our lives progressed in high school. It's startling how fast time flies by, we're about to enter our senior year in high school and those pictures seem like they were just taken. But my point is, we wasted so much emotion and angst in middle school thinking we actually grasped the concept of graduation, of leaving our friends and being forced to move on with our lives. This time next year, we'll be jet-setting and on our way to college (hopefully), but maybe this time I'll actually be able to comprehend the depth of 'graduation'.

Straight A's! =)