I'm trying to figure out how someone who can get into college lacks the thinking skills to realize that walking backwards downstairs in a crowd while talking to friends might not be the best idea.
DAMNIT, BARBIE, THE KEY TO SUCCESS IS WALKING FORWARD.
I like Mondays because I only have three classes, and none of them are really that bad (music tech, sightsinging, calc 2).
I really fucked up my finger. And I think I'm going to start playing piano again. And looking at my homework makes me realize what a dumb class music tech is.
Greg and I discovered that Belle and Sebastian is playing in NYC on October 2nd. We got very excited, and started planning a trip down for the weekend.
3 1/2 hours later, Conrad crushes our dream by informing us that we have a percussion ensemble concert that day.