So dumb! Super dense senior dingaling sister... That's how I feel at the moment. In my sophomore Chemistry class, our instructor, Mr. Laxon dubbed my lab partner (Mikioi) and I the ding-a-ling sisters. Simply for being slow and/or dumb. I seriously doubt it was any kind of sexual description. S, D, S, D, S, Deee Silly dancing! :) So. I am currently 17 years old at the start of the second semester of my senior year and LATING it. Loving and Hating it, which although not an actual word, captures the pure corny essence of the remaining high school days. Presently and so far they have been spent attending Leadership Class, Student Government ASKSM meetings, Class Officer meetings, and Senior Ball Committee meetings, stumbling through the arts, Digital Photography 3, Drawing and Painting 3, continuing Advanced Art Studio, and applying for pointless scholarship competitions I do not want to enter and have no chance of winning but am forced to such as the Scholastic Art and Writing Competition. Paddling is fun despite my non existent skill, keeps me active, busy..ish, and close to the water in the outdoors. My nights are spent eating, snacking, trying to be sensible with it all, bathing, tiny chores, homework, and of course insomnia. Good thing fish world is broken. I wouldn't have moved on to offline hobbies. I now dwindle the time away by creating the most impotent and pointless things y ou have ever seen. Here are some results of the frequent times of desperate boredom I encounter as a young insomniac yet to discover some kind of significant zeal.