...Think we can survive it?

Hallelujah! Only 18ish more school days until freedom!
(Yeah, I know. I have exclamationitis today. It's all good though because an exclamation point shows all sorts of emotion! Which I am indeed feeling. :p)
OK so not entire freedom. There's still work. And stuff like that.
Lovely.
It's so strange to think of next year being my last year in high school.
Even weirder yet, is the fact this IS the last year for a lot of my friends, and my cousin Aubree.
I'm rather sad that she's leaving. Europe this summer, then Ephraim for school next year.
Odd.
Time really does go fast. And it just keeps speeding up.
Remember when you were little and five minutes seemed like forever! Or when three months of summer seemed equal to the nine spent in school?
Total childhood naivety and deception!?!
How come no one told me that time really wasn't as slow as I thought, or that I'd be graduating before I could even blink?
(Oh, right. They did. Haha. But what little kid ever listens to that stuff? Uh, not me apparently.)
There are a handful of girls that I know who are either graduating seniors this year, or else freshman in college, who are engaged.
Um, do you KNOW what this means???
I COULD BE GETTING ENGAGED MUCH SOONER THAN I'VE ANTICIPATED!
Not that marriage is a bad thing, or that getting engaged soon would totally rain on my parade; I mean really. By all means, Mr. Prince Charming, come sweep me off my feet as soon as you want.
(Almost. Gimme at the bare minimum two years.)
Although I'm not too worried about having to worry about being swept off my feet.
I can't really picture anyone willingly submitting himself to my oddities and strange dramatics for time AND all eternity.
(Yes, cliche, I know.)
I actually am more on the side of Maria (the adorable foreign exchanged student from Germany.) She told me the other day that she didn't love cats or anything so she was planning on becoming a crazy cello lady. Cellos in her front yard, hanging from trees, the worn gloss reflecting it's melancholy life of being a 'pet' of Maria. :p She also would have a plethora of cellos inside that she'd play creepy circus music, way too many octaves high.
Although I'm pretty sure that being a crazy cello lady would work better if I actually played the cello
(Wow, hold up. Newsflash. It has most DEFINITELY been a long tiring day because I just attempted to spell 'played' 'plaied'. Yeah. English major- to be. Right.)
So instead of cellos, I'll be the crazy... maybe I'll just be crazy. Hmm. Sounds about right.
AAANyway.
Enough of this rambling.
But before I finally stop this chattering,
Book review time. :D
The Outsiders, by S.E. Hinton.
(Who by the way is a girl. Didn't know that.)
She began writing this at FIFTEEN! OK, so that makes me feel good. All my writing attempts are silly cheesy, not very good stories that are basically gorgeous girls and charming guys who fall in love. (Aka, what I wish my life was like. :p)
The Outsiders, (if you're a crier) is a tear jerker at some moments. Given the fact I was already a basket case when I was reading it, I pretty much depleted my tear ducts over that stinkin book. But it's GOOD. It makes you think about society, and human interactions. How 'the other guys' feel, and things like that.
It's all so true too. The 'greasers' and the 'socs' are the main groups, and the greasers all think that the socs have it so good. They have cool cars, lots of money, all the girls. Life is paradise for them obviously.
But Ponyboy meets a girl at the theater and they talk for a while,
but what caught my eye was when she stopped and just looked at him for a minute, then stated that life is rough on both ends.
He thinks about it for a while, wondering how in the world could being rich and getting away with everything be tough. But he's a deep fourteen year old. It's actually really enjoyable to be 'in his head' and hear his thoughts. He brings up new perspectives on things.
Anyway,
point being, it's great. And if you haven't read it already, please do! :D