This is my Baseball Diamond

She's my Rushmore, Max

I wish I could call in a substitute to replace myself for a few days. Nothing as big or as life-changing as a clone, but rather someone who resembles me and acts similarly. Also, not a clone because I remember watching that one movie with the actor from Kid Danger where he cloned himself like 6 times and one of the clones tried taking over his life. I'm not sure what this opening paragraph was supposed to be.

It's rather stupid of me to just write this whole thing out when I have finals in a week. I keep finding ways to procrastinate and know it will bite me in the ass at the end. But the school is already praying for my downfall by putting the bio final and the psychology final a day away from each other. It's like they're asking us to fail.

I've always told people who wanted to start a blog like I did to probably be aware of what they put out on the internet. I've mentioned it countless times here and I'll mention it more: if you put it out on the internet, it can be taken advantage of in some way. I hope that's coherent enough, I've noticed (and my English teachers have also noticed) that it takes me a while to fully articulate my thoughts. But it's like you always have a chance of becoming something controversial, with everything being out on the internet

Remember that girl from like a week ago, the one who was posing for photos at a baseball game, and the other two random girls in the back started making fun of her and suddenly they got doxxed or whatever? Like, that could happen to you and it's terrifying, plus what if you're a celebrity or something and you tweet something controversial? Not only this, but anyone from my school can read over my thoughts and judge. I don't care if people on the internet make fun of me for this, but not knowing whether my friends or peers really enjoy what I'm putting out there is genuinely terrifying.

This is why journalling is probably one of the best second options to write down your thoughts. It's a lot safer, it's more private. Yes, it happens to be that my sister has broke into my room and found my diaries, making me want to jump off a bridge into the watery abyss, but she's gone to college now so I don't exactly have to be worrying about that. Plus now all of my diary entries are either brain-rotting piles of information about my life or existential crises, with the exception of one or two entries about my awful pining. I don't chase, I attract. 

Not sure if this is the perfect transition, but I'm trying to manage to tick off all of the topics that I intended to have for this blog post. Like, for example, prom. My prom is coming up soon and I don't have a date, which I honestly don't think really matters. If I can be completely blunt, the whole point of prom has really been just to spike the punch or to lose your virginity. You dance a little, wait and see who wins prom queen or king, and end up either going out getting piss drunk or going home wishing you were getting piss drunk. In the end, at least for my school, it's to charge students money to pay for a better soccer field instead of stopping the ceiling tiles from falling down. 

I think it's important to note that I don't hate prom, I'm actually quite excited! It's just fun being a hater sometimes. 

This was kind of a short blog post, sorry, I gotta go pretend to study some more.