Dear Paisley, Stella, Zeke, Craig, Clare, stupid Helena, teachers, coaches, random passerbys, and everyone else who won't leave me alone,
I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT MOTHERFUCKING COLLEGE APPLICATIONS, YOU HEAR ME? IT IS JULY. REPEAT JULY. BOTHER ME IN SEPTEMBER. WHEN I'M ALREADY BOTHERED WITH A STUPID SENIOR YEAR AND ALL THAT. BUG ME THEN, BECAUSE THEN I'LL ASPLODE. EXPLODE. Whatever. See? Not college material, not even college scholarship material, so everyone go and peace the hell out and leave me in my happy little corner where I can practice dribbling in peace.
This is Kelsey Sutherland with a bout of maturity this morning. Somebody tell me there's an escape from nagging mothers and siblings and people in general and instead a group who wants to go crash the AMC and see Cars 2? If you want a tongue shoving down your throat session, go see Green Lantern. It's supposed to suck!