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The time I wait for finally arrives...the weekend. And then I don't get to do anything and I feel like I go insane in my own house. It was going to be so nice- sleeping in, no homework, hanging out with friends. What a nice weekend. But...my mom obsessively begins cleaning the house saturday morning and is running the vacuum cleaner at 8:30. She woke me up at 10 (which isn't early, but since 1 am is the earliest I got in bed this past week I am pretty tired still) this morning to make sure that my sister and I weren't going to 11:30 church. Katie is the one driving, why can't she be woken up. I have to revise my GSP application to turn it in tomorrow. And I didn't get to do anything with friends...unless of course anyone wants to do anything this afternoon, which not only is unlikely but my mom probably won't let me do anything until the application is finished. I really hope I can get in so I can escape for 5 weeks over the summer. The only problem is that I can't escape for five weeks without friends. boo hiss. enough complaining. I think I might do "The Importance of Being Earnest" at SHA, and as a backup plan I will do "Tommy" with Victoria and much of the other side of the family. They still could use some "kids" as fillers. damn my shortness. on a higher note, I am officially 5'2"! that means I am now the second talles member in my family, which is actually kind of weird. I always feel alot better at the end of these things...i guess i get my frustrations out.