Part Deux

Here we are again, a year from the beginning of this blog. I realize that this blog has failed to make a significant impact on any of your lives. It hasn't even made that much of an impact on mine. I just kind of blabber away, and hope that it makes some of you laugh, my failed conquests.
So yeah, I will be posting this at 12:44 am tomorrow, which is the exact time of my birth. Tomorrow is June 6, in the event that the blogspotters have as of yet failed to fix their clocks.
There are only four days left of school, three of them drenched in finals. I am not studying. Well, except for chemsitry. It's nice to go back to my normal, slacker self from pre-AP test. This whole weekend, I've been lying around, watching TV and reading, avoiding my parents whenver they tell me to study.
Just like the good ol' days.
By the time anyone reads this, I will be 15. Old enough to get a permit, although I doubt my parents would let me. Old enough to... Well, I guess thats it. 15 is good for only one thing. All I have to do is hold on for another year, until I can drive without my mom looking over my shoulder. Maybe I'll even get a car. Yeah, right. And maybe Fidel Castro will satnd up, apologize, and donate all the money he's pillaged to the fund to Decrease World Suck (HOO HA! Nerdfighters.) But no, both of my parents are convinced of the fact that I am highly irresponsible, and if I got a car,I would lose it. I don't mean crash it (although that's not an entirely unlikely scenario), I mean park it somewhere, probably somewhere deep in the city, and then forget where I parked it. If you don't know where you parked your car, you could walk around for days, trying to find it. While I am, admittedly, very absentminded, even I can't lose a car. My most treasured posession is my iPod, which I have had just under a year. I have yet to lose it. The closest I came was when it dropped out of my pocket in Spanish. I went to math afterwards, and within one minute of stepping into the classroom, I realized Happiness (this is what I named my iPod, so that in the even that I actually do lose it, people will ask what I am looking for, and I will say Happiness.)was no longer in my pocket, and dashed back out to Spanish, and found it gloriously perched on the floor underneath my desk. Thank you, gods of Happiness.
Happy Birthday to me, guys. And now the circle is complete. Not to say that I'm stopping this. I just thought it was momentous.
Why do I do these things? Because I can.
Christy.