The SAT. The scholastic aptitude test. A ten hour long test where I find myself half way through saying things to myself like “No one cares if it takes Jorge 2 hours to paint his room with 8 cans of paint because most likely he’s going to take breaks and he will, at one point, be interrupted with a cell phone from his girlfriend who is at work, but it is slow and she is bored and wondering if he is doing anything that night.” Oh yes, the SAT. On June 3rd I will take my fourth and final SAT. My first one in the eighth grade was a significant factor that helped me get into the Scholar’s Academy, and now hopefully these last three will get me into a good college. My only problem is this: I suck at taking tests. I study, do not get me wrong, I always do…but I freak out right before the test. Always have, always will I guess. Of course, I do not act different before hand. I don’t get a good rest; in fact, I stay up till my usual hours of
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and I'm making an album, with all the earliest songs I can remember here they are:
Seal-kissed by a rose
Annie Lennox-Don't let it bring you down
Procol Harum-Whiter Shade of Pale
James Taylor- sunny skies
Seal- Newborn friend
Tommy Shaw- all in how you say it
Queen-Another one bites the dust
Simply Red- For Your Babies
Sting- Shape of my heart
Loreena McKennitt- All Souls Night
Steely Dan- Bodhisattva
And I might personally add..
Duncan Sheik- She Runs Away
John Mayer- Neon
for the hell of it.
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Came across Carson's ol' blog when I got home from work yesterday, boy that was....strange
czarrie.blogspot.com, just in case i ever forget (no one reads this anyway)
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I sleep now.
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