"Yeah baby, 64 measures of rest"
-"Little Peter", yesterday
How hard is it to find a dress?
I just want a pretty dress to wear to Chapel Hill. What I already have in my closet is better looking than anything I've found in Wilmington. Sears has nothing and Penney's is jampacked with clothes I couldn't help but picture in my grandmother's closet. I think she actually owned some of those suits. They had nothing anyone under 70 would wear. And everything in Sears is on sale but God-awful. I almost cried at the sight of some of those skirts. There was a shirt that made me die a little inside. It was horrible. My mom looked at my hands where my excema (I should know how to spell that) had flared up and asked if I was stessed. She tried to calm me down by reminding me that I still had two weeks that Jamee and I could shop.
In the middle of Music Theory Corey and Adam ran out the band room screaming and flailing their arms for no reason. Mr. Wood told them they screamed like girls. Then we took a break and Mr. Wood suggested we come up with disses and "yo mama" jokes. Adam suggested we doo wop. Mr. Wood started telling us about characters from In Living Color and actually used the word flaming. We didn't do anything the rest of the day. The server went down, the lights blinked, and the phones went dead. Then it smelled like burnt rubber. Joy found a jump rope and she and Graham jumped. We thought about playing limbo. "Graham! What number are you on?" "3000." This was after we sang Margaritaville and Hotel California with Ben's guitar accompaniment. God I wish they'd teach spelling again! And Penmenship!
How hard is it to find a dress?
I just want a pretty dress to wear to Chapel Hill. What I already have in my closet is better looking than anything I've found in Wilmington. Sears has nothing and Penney's is jampacked with clothes I couldn't help but picture in my grandmother's closet. I think she actually owned some of those suits. They had nothing anyone under 70 would wear. And everything in Sears is on sale but God-awful. I almost cried at the sight of some of those skirts. There was a shirt that made me die a little inside. It was horrible. My mom looked at my hands where my excema (I should know how to spell that) had flared up and asked if I was stessed. She tried to calm me down by reminding me that I still had two weeks that Jamee and I could shop.
In the middle of Music Theory Corey and Adam ran out the band room screaming and flailing their arms for no reason. Mr. Wood told them they screamed like girls. Then we took a break and Mr. Wood suggested we come up with disses and "yo mama" jokes. Adam suggested we doo wop. Mr. Wood started telling us about characters from In Living Color and actually used the word flaming. We didn't do anything the rest of the day. The server went down, the lights blinked, and the phones went dead. Then it smelled like burnt rubber. Joy found a jump rope and she and Graham jumped. We thought about playing limbo. "Graham! What number are you on?" "3000." This was after we sang Margaritaville and Hotel California with Ben's guitar accompaniment. God I wish they'd teach spelling again! And Penmenship!