from the old Xanga
Yay, look what I have! I don't feel completely comfortable posting anything on the internet, so maybe I'll start making everything protected. Well, I pretty much only got a Xanga because I missed reading everyone else's and being able to comment. So here we go. Don't expect much.
This weekend has probably been the most boring weekend ever. Friday, I did nothing. Saturday, I watched "The Incredibles" with my family. It was better than I expected. I am always kind of doubtful of those animated movies. Sunday, I went to the Chinese Restaurant. Yuck! And today, I plan on studying and practicing. Hmph. I have such a sad social life. I hope the summer is better. I will die if I am just sitting around at home all the time.
So tomorrow is the last day of school. Summer is within reach. I can see it. Finals tomorrow: orchestra and Crocker. I am a little afraid of both of them. Ms. Statham always fails to specify just what we're playing for our tryouts. This time, she said, "Oh, just what we've been playing in class." Which is like the whole thing, right? Oh well. I don't think she expects us to do too well, because we just got it. And the Crocker final is intimidating. Everyone is saying it's hard. So I'm going to study hard and make myself a notecard! Woohoo.
After those two tests lies an infinite stretch of... something. Relaxation, maybe? Who knows what the summer will bring.
Well, that should be all for today. I have to pee.
This weekend has probably been the most boring weekend ever. Friday, I did nothing. Saturday, I watched "The Incredibles" with my family. It was better than I expected. I am always kind of doubtful of those animated movies. Sunday, I went to the Chinese Restaurant. Yuck! And today, I plan on studying and practicing. Hmph. I have such a sad social life. I hope the summer is better. I will die if I am just sitting around at home all the time.
So tomorrow is the last day of school. Summer is within reach. I can see it. Finals tomorrow: orchestra and Crocker. I am a little afraid of both of them. Ms. Statham always fails to specify just what we're playing for our tryouts. This time, she said, "Oh, just what we've been playing in class." Which is like the whole thing, right? Oh well. I don't think she expects us to do too well, because we just got it. And the Crocker final is intimidating. Everyone is saying it's hard. So I'm going to study hard and make myself a notecard! Woohoo.
After those two tests lies an infinite stretch of... something. Relaxation, maybe? Who knows what the summer will bring.
Well, that should be all for today. I have to pee.