It's just about to turn 12, marking it midnight, which means, yet again, I forgot to blog.
My habit of lateness is definitely becoming a very big problem.
Like, this morning for instance. I woke up at 8:45, very confident that I was going to definitely make it to school on time, seeing as my class started at 11. So, I got ready and left the house by 10. I had just got on the freeway when my phone beeped, alerting me I had a text message. I proceed to ahem, quickly and illegally check my text message ahem, thinking it was my friend Sadaf, because we going to hang out later after our classes. Well, it was Sadaf, but right then I had also received a text from my friend Sami, who happens to be in the Costuming class with me that I had today. She asked me if I was lost, to which I answered "No?". She then asked me where I was and I told her I was just getting on the freeway. She responded, telling me, uhm, class started at 9:30. I freaked out quite a bit (don't worry,by this point I had pulled over), and she told me not to worry, just don't let it happen again haha. I felt so terrible that when I got home I emailed the teacher with many apologies.
After I was done freaking out, I called Sadaf about 17 times until she finally answered her damn phone and we went to our high school to pick up my scholarship money, and hang out with our old AP English I and II teachers, because they love us and we're actually good friends with them. It was fun and I miss them, but university is fantastic and I never want to endure something like high school ever again! But I will visit occasionally, just to say hi, and see plays and stuff that my old theatre group puts on. I also went to go visit the Advanced Theatre class because a lot of my friends are actually still in high school, and in that class, so I wanted to sit in on the class like it was old times. My old theatre teacher was basically my mom throughout my four years in high school and she's part of the reason why I love theatre so much today. It was a weird sensation, being in that class, knowing that now I'm not an official part of it. It was literally my entire life all throughout high school, and being in the class with out the other 18 seniors that had graduated last year in that class with me, was just completely a strange feeling, because I had grown up with those people and the majority of them are my close friends. It's really now starting to hit me that I won't be going back.
It was nice to see people, but I'm definitely ready to put my foot forward and move on and focus on university. I'm just really excited to meet new people and have new experiences and learn a vast majority of things.
After Sadaf and I visited, I came home and decided to finally film my "Dear Future Jordyn" video, which I stole the idea from Charlie . It's pretty much a time capsule in video form that I can't watch until I'm 30. I thought it was a brilliant idea so I'm going to send it as a video response to his video.
I filmed it all in my room because it's the only quite place to vlog, but OH MY GOD IT WAS SO BLOODY HOT. My room is like an oven, I swear. It's pretty tiny and only has one window, so I don't get a lot of ventilation, and my grandma refuses to turn the upstairs air conditioner on because we just can't afford to have an expensive electric bill. So, I filmed my video as quickly as possible without it sounding like I was on speed and got the hell out of my room for the rest of the day. It was 102 degrees F today, and tomorrow it's supposed to be 103. I CAN HAZ WINTER NAO PLZ?!
I truly, from the bottom of my heart, despise any type of weather over 78. BLAH.
Now, I just realised it was 12:40, which means it took me 40 minutes to write this damn thing because I keep getting sidetracked. I still have to read a bit of Plato's Phaedus for my Philosophy class tomorrow, and wake up at 5:45 a.m. (which I will do this time I swear it!). Only two days into school and I'm already procrastinating and showing up late/not showing up at all. New record Jordyn, congrats. But not really.
Ciao for now.
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