Edit: It didn’t work. -_-” What’s going on?!? I’ll figure it out…eventually.

I’m not kidding when I say that I still don’t know how to work this blog. X_x” So far, every time I post a new blog entry, it’s gone on the same page. As of now, there are 9 entries on one page (I hate odd numbers, so I wanted 8 entries on one page, and the 9th entry to go on a new page). It’s getting too much to have to scroll down that far. So, here I am, clicking on “new page.” I hope I’m doing this correctly. From what I understand, clicking a new page would create a new page. I feel so stupid. -_-”

I have a test to study for. Not fun. The thing is, I’m less motivated to study for this test because it’s an open-book test, so I can write absolutely whatever I want to write in my book. Because it’s open-book, I don’t really feel like studying. On the other hand, I should organize my notes and have my pages marked so that I’m not wasting all of my time flipping through pages.

Let’s see…I think my friend’s coming back from vacation, tomorrow.

Also, three more weeks until Summer school ends. Our summer sessions are only five weeks, so I’m really happy that I only have to “suffer” for a little while. I’m one of those people that can learn a lot in a short amount of time, that’s why, when I was in a school that was on the semester system (approx 16-18 weeks -mine was 18 killer weeks) I was suffering. I can’t stand semester systems. Quarter systems are my ideal.

What else?…

Oh, my sister and I had lunch with a very dear person. She used to be my “serving one” in church, when I was in middle and high school. She moved to a different state, so I rarely get to see her, save for, maybe, twice a year, if even. She’s very dear to my heart. When my sister and I had to leave, I said bye to her one more time, and I could see that she was holding back tears. It made me sad, but also comforted me to see that she really, really does care for all the young people she served.

I have to call my friend. O_x I haven’t talked to her since the day of my graduation…it sort of makes it seem like I only contacted her to come to my graduation. I know she wouldn’t think that, but it sort of seems like it.

I think I’m done. I hope this entry will go to a “new page.” End.