First Day of...Excitement?

I'm having a bit of trouble thinking. Normally I'd classify it as "writer's block" or something, but that doesn't quite feel right. I think this falls more under the "bored-to-tears" category of existence than the "blanking-mental-processes" category, so I hesitate to say that my synapses are closing themselves off, even if that very well may be the case.

It's weird, it's almost like...things are starting to come together (*synchronized gasp*). I'm almost through with the college choice making (Pitt!), I actually have a date to prom (social experiences!), and I don't have much to complain about (complacency!). It feels weird, seeing as I typically have used this blog to vent (with varying degrees of sarcasm) my deepest darkest surface scraping feelings. Well, turns out, my life doesn't suck. Bummer.

I think the weird part for me is that I really have only one more goal for high school (you know, other than, like, graduating) and I'm just failing at accomplishing it. Not failing in the "oh-my-god-it-depresses-me-that-I-can't-manage-to-pull-this-off" kind of fail, more like a "I'm-lazy" kind of fail.

But besides that, I'm starting to be looking forward to the possible end of the year. Things are looking up (you know, relatively) and I give my existence a hesitant "thumbs up" for now. Not quite at "two thumbs up" level, but I'm working on it.

I'm realizing right now that most/all of my blog posts have been extremely abstract. Almost none of them have any real details about my life, aside from the fact that I'm moderately pessimistic and deathly afraid of change (also, I HAVE A PROM DATE, but that's beside the point). So, here's a little nugget for you all:

Today, I started mentally making a tally of the people that I have to make sure I keep in touch with in the future, and discovered just how long that list is. I realize that the list is impossible (there are, like, at least 20 people on it), but I have high hopes. At least, I think, I'm starting to figure out who's important out there in the sea of hormones and acne. About two weeks ago, I probably would have seen that list and thrown it out, knowing the only chance I'd have at EVER keeping up with it would be if I cloned myself, but now I'm thinking:

if I can keep one of these people as my friend, I'm doing all right.

Does that sound excited? I think that's excited. But I'm having trouble distinguishing excited from middlingly boring.