At school...

So today's gone pretty well... except for the fact that I just realized about ten minutes ago that my library books are due today and I'm freaking out because I have never (I repeat NEVER) turned my library books in before the day they were due... same for my homework. Yeah, I have a slight procrastination problem. Which by the way, is really sad. I mean, imagine all the things a fourteen year old could be worried about, but I'm stuck worrying about my library books. That's what happens when you live in a small town... when the "it" place on Friday night is the movie theatre, or the mall if your're a mall rat. So my advice is to never move to a small town. Stick to New York City or Chicago or something where people actually live in a civilized manner and pronounce theirs "i"s like 'eye;, and not like 'ahh'.
That's why I'm moving to New York City...
Everyone I've told says I'm completely insane (well, not using those EXACT terms, but anyway) for wanting to move to such a nasty city where everyone gets mugged. To prove a point, not everyone in NYC gets mugged.
My plan is to go to NYU and major in linguistics and ultimately become an editor at Teen Vogue. I just cannot stand the thought of spending the rest of my life here. I'd end up in a mental instution or worse... on a FARM! :( *tear tear*
Never will parents understand that their kids won't follow in their footsteps, and that they have to stop living their dream through their kids.
I don't want to stay here.... I CAN'T stay here. I've always know deep down inside in the pit of my heart that I was mean for more. Everyone says I was born 30 and that I was meant for the big city. It's obvious to everyone- even my family, they just don't want to admit it. But they'll have to eventually. New York City is calling...