Memories
Listening to music from the Terminal. Reminds me of the good ol' days in 9th grade. I'm working pretty dang hard for this exchange program thing, but it doesn't seem it's been fruitful. Darn. Well, I'll do some talking to Mr. Donnelly tomorrow about companies. Target might help us.
You know, listening to this music makes me feel sad. It does. Reminds me of Michael too, of course. But I think about how fast my high school years have passed. I wish I could have enjoyed some of them more.
As for drama, who knows what is up with that? We never had our meeting and I wouldn't be surprised if we got kicked out. But hey, s'okay. The principal said we can do Zelda as a fundraiser. Sorry to say I don't doubt more people will want to see that.
And that certain somebody that everyone knows about can go screw a donkey. Now where did I put that paper about GENocide? ...
You know, listening to this music makes me feel sad. It does. Reminds me of Michael too, of course. But I think about how fast my high school years have passed. I wish I could have enjoyed some of them more.
As for drama, who knows what is up with that? We never had our meeting and I wouldn't be surprised if we got kicked out. But hey, s'okay. The principal said we can do Zelda as a fundraiser. Sorry to say I don't doubt more people will want to see that.
And that certain somebody that everyone knows about can go screw a donkey. Now where did I put that paper about GENocide? ...