hold me closer, tiny dancer//come sail away, come sail away with me//here comes the sun dodododododo

this has no point. bear with me if you wish. i'm horribly bored. and listening to water ballet songs. that's what happens when you hear the same songs over and over again for four and a half hours every morning that you work.

my life ends in 3 days. just thought the world should know. i can't believe it. this summer hasn't been the most exciting in the world, but i can't say goodbye to it. i just won't.

i leave tomorrow morning until late sunday afternoon. my last chance of freedom before the gates of hell open up. i'm already getting bitched at for being "behind" on my history packet. what the shit at least i'm actually doing it. oh and i was just called a hick?

"rachel you look..."
"look what?"
"...country."
"excuse me? you mean like a hick?"
"yes, actually. liek you should be square dancing with crooked teeth kind-of hick. are you going out like that?"
"*mocking her but in disbelief she ACTUALLY could say something like that* yes, actually."

i love it how a white tank top and capris is "hick"-ish, supposedly. and how i've "gained a few and it's settled too much in some bad areas" and i'm a "slacker" who "won't get off her butt" by two other members of the family.

i just love the appreciation i recieve from everyone. my dress, my body, my work ethic. what next? hmph.