"I wish you'd go on forever, I wish even more you'd stop"
It's Friday. That's pretty sweet. I've noticed something about my weeks: they are crazy and stressful until about Thursday at 12:45. At that point it's pretty easy sailing for the most part. Definitely the case this week. Last week was pretty stressful, but last weekend was pretty freaking awesome mostly. And this week has been really stressful and busy, but now it's pretty good. I had a test this morning (well, yesterday technically, since it's past midnight now) in The Joy of Music. It was kind of hard. Parts of it were really really easy, but parts of it were really hard too. I think I did okay on it, but definitely not great. And I got a 98% on my German test from last week, and I got a 91% on my speech from last week. So that's pretty sweet.
But anyways. I feel...weird. I don't know what it is. I feel uncertain about some things, and it's making me uncomfortable...that's what I think it is. I've decided to not go home this weekend; for one reason, because I haven't even talked to my brother about using his car to do so; another reason is that I figure I should spend at least one FULL weekend here before fall break, which is the following week; that's another reason, is that fall break is next weekend, and I'll be home for nine days, about a week and a half. I really want to go home, because I want to see everybody; and I want to go to the football game; and I want to go to the Booster Bash; and some other things too. But staying here this weekend will make going home next weekend that much better. And so will my marching band friends being in Grants Pass. When they get back it'll be that much more awesome! (Oh my gosh, I just had crazy deja vous...but it was like a prophetic deja vous, as in I knew what would happen later...and I remember having some kind of dream about all of my friends that are currently in the FGHS marching band staying at a hotel together in Grants Pass..which is weird, because, like most of my deja vous, it feels like when it "happened before" or whatever, I didn't know those people yet or something...SO WEIRD) It's probably a good decision to stay here this weekend. I'll chill out and relax, and read. I have a ton of reading I want to do, so that'll be nice. But anyway, I have homework to do (haha, I always do it so late), and then I want to get to bed. I have so much more to just rant about, but I am falling asleep, and I have homework to do. LAME.
Goodnight, all!
Love,
Paul
But anyways. I feel...weird. I don't know what it is. I feel uncertain about some things, and it's making me uncomfortable...that's what I think it is. I've decided to not go home this weekend; for one reason, because I haven't even talked to my brother about using his car to do so; another reason is that I figure I should spend at least one FULL weekend here before fall break, which is the following week; that's another reason, is that fall break is next weekend, and I'll be home for nine days, about a week and a half. I really want to go home, because I want to see everybody; and I want to go to the football game; and I want to go to the Booster Bash; and some other things too. But staying here this weekend will make going home next weekend that much better. And so will my marching band friends being in Grants Pass. When they get back it'll be that much more awesome! (Oh my gosh, I just had crazy deja vous...but it was like a prophetic deja vous, as in I knew what would happen later...and I remember having some kind of dream about all of my friends that are currently in the FGHS marching band staying at a hotel together in Grants Pass..which is weird, because, like most of my deja vous, it feels like when it "happened before" or whatever, I didn't know those people yet or something...SO WEIRD) It's probably a good decision to stay here this weekend. I'll chill out and relax, and read. I have a ton of reading I want to do, so that'll be nice. But anyway, I have homework to do (haha, I always do it so late), and then I want to get to bed. I have so much more to just rant about, but I am falling asleep, and I have homework to do. LAME.
Goodnight, all!
Love,
Paul