What is Wrong?

It's been a month already. I haven't had a GOOD sleep. Either I roll in bed for several hours to fall asleep or I would wake up every hour and go back to sleep. It's been annoying. It's probably anxiety here and there.
I'm trying to relax a bit more, but I seem to be a bit tense still.
What is exactly bothering me?

I'm onto my second summer reading book, Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant by Anne Tyler. I need to write journal entries for The Glass Castle though. I will go back to that later, but soon.

I still need to check with a couple of my friends about the Calculus packet. I need to start those college essays. ugh. I do not have a first choice college yet exactly. I'm just pondering on eight options right now. No college has stunned me exactly. But you are talking about setting up the next four years of your life at this exact college and this college can set up your future career path. It's a BIG decision to make. I'm probably more nervous than the excited that all my friends talk about.

Marching band season started last week already. I wrote sixty-four drills already- for my entire section. It was all right, I guess, but as I moved along into it, my hand started to hurt severely again (nothing new) and I noticed that I couldn't count for my life. haha.

My arms have been in pain more often now.

SATs have been a drag. I need to move on that more. I am determined.

Just two weeks ago, I had this dream. I have been pondering about it. What is it trying to say exactly? And just last night, I had another dream. It was odd, but I seemed happy in it. Is this dream trying to say something too?

All my friends have been having love trouble- boy trouble and girl trouble. Love is a toughy. It entertains me, yet I wonder why some of them are wasting their time on that certain person. My friends seek for advice- yet it's ironic here. I never really had any experience with "love" exactly. I help them however I can though. Love is just plainly complicated. I never really have any trouble, at least not yet. I'm glad though. I can't take another burden on my shoulders. I'm stressed enough.

It's funny how people can be so fake.
A friend says she's not my friend, yet she still talks to me. I just ignore and avoid. How fake do people get? It's annoying, yet amusing. Very amusing.

Summer's almost over. It's already August. Soon, it's back to school. Fun, fun!