wtf...I'm posting?
The play is over. The dream is dead. I have outlived my purpose in life and now can only look foreward to a life of memories of the better times spent dancing with Cheryl and Mr. Potter and yes, even Pete.... Anyways-- Almost done with AP Studio portfolio, which is a good thing seeing as it's due in two days. Had Mr. Wallace left the door to FA 204 open I would be almost COMPLETELY done, but unfortunatly for me and the college board people, he loves me not. I couldn't get my shoes out of the theater either as it was overwhelmed by fifth graders and a very cranky woman. Damn teacher's meetings. Went to Salsaritas instead of physics today and it was grand. Thank you English Lit exam. Twas the Swede, JG (did the british man laugh!!!!!), the Pete, John (wtf you ask? I have no idea. He's in love with Eleanor just like EVERYBODY else in this world), and well, me. We sat outside and everything and it was indeed quite goot. Things I have recently done to my feet: 1)Worn/danced in ever-so-slightly-too-tight character shoes religiously for two weeks, causing round cut to develop on the back of my right foot (sort of in the heel area) 2)Got out of my car late at night (or early in the morning, depending on your views on time) in Brad's circle thing add stepped most directly in a pile of ants (called an ant hill in America) and didn't notice until both feet were awash in loose, ant-infested dirt and all of a sudden started to sting. Brad's family apperently does not approve of white vinegar, so water had to suffice and laine's feet now have red bumps on them. And flip flops are against the god forsaken dress code. 3)Ok, so after school yesterday i had changed into my flip flops (see above for explanation) and was going to meet Evan and Peter at the park not knowing that i was going to be hiking 50 miles through the woods to try and find them (because there was some sort of construction going on in the fields). We played hacky sack and frisbee for a while and when we were getting ready to leave i somehow spurred a chase with evan. This chase lasted about three feet because in the heat of the moment, laine ground her left heel into a medium sized and very pointy rock. Said rock was disloged from said heel and said heel proceeded to bleed until laine hiked the 50 miles back to the car and drove home from South Charlotte. Good going laine. So now i am pretty sure that my feet hurt, but am too high on my own natural pain killers (will look up the names in bio book in leu of studying for the exam) to be able to detect it. That's about it for now. Giong to work on Echo Foundation scrapbook project thing that i have been putting off since...the play started. Hmm. And Marion--I'm going to exempt if it's the second to last thing i do (the last being to kill Chris--the most adorable eighth grade stage manager know to man or any other species)