A chinese beverage called "Future Lemon"
The following takes place between 1:00 AM and 2:00 AM.
I am not going to bed until like 4 am probably, which means i can sleep 3 hours before going to the lower school to sing. I'm pretty excited, because as much as I hate these stressed out situations i get myself into, i really do enjoy both the spring and visiting the lower school. I wish my happiness could be more contagious, but it's not, and I ended up pissing some folks off this weekend. I'm sorry about that. Fortunately though, i'm dumb enough to let that slide and still be happy. I've found a man who is saving the tiles, and i'll be damned if i'm not going to work out a way to help him get all of the tiles down safely. If I can save all the tiles, then my term in the school presidency will be made (it would be a defining moment), and i will be remembered for doing something. That gives me a warm fuzzy feeling, but it's kind of greedy to do that.
On another note, Mr. Horning is vehemently opposing my continuing chorale after the spring concert. It's worked before, and now he doesn't want to change it. Granted, I'm not as good a voice as the last exception, but whatever happened to courtesy? Opportunity my stinky foot. All the schedule limitations really float my boat. School goes on break in a week. That's nice, but it hasn't really registered. It never fully registers in my head when a vacation is coming up. It comes up in conversation, and my reaction is somewhere along the lines of, "oh, that's nice." Hopefully I'll be able to relax a bit before my parents drag me across country to institutes of higher learning, but i think that's probably a stretch. I've already seen all I want to, but i suppose i should actually see more schools to get a feel (i should also fill out the questionnares that they've sent me). The profile is due this week, which is a relief. I'm hoping for better than a C+, which is probably more than I can expect, judging by my abilities. Now if tehre was a class called, "popping silly putty bubbles"! I would excel at that!
I don't like livejournal because i am terrible at expressing myself. It is true that our generation's Hemingway is somewhere here, but don't look here. I can't even string together a coherent sentence without grunting and scratching my bony, defined, and protruding brow. If the weather takes a turn for the better, then i'm probably going to go running a bit (you're free to join, just call me up). I'll probably regret this post sooner or later, so look out for edits.
I am not going to bed until like 4 am probably, which means i can sleep 3 hours before going to the lower school to sing. I'm pretty excited, because as much as I hate these stressed out situations i get myself into, i really do enjoy both the spring and visiting the lower school. I wish my happiness could be more contagious, but it's not, and I ended up pissing some folks off this weekend. I'm sorry about that. Fortunately though, i'm dumb enough to let that slide and still be happy. I've found a man who is saving the tiles, and i'll be damned if i'm not going to work out a way to help him get all of the tiles down safely. If I can save all the tiles, then my term in the school presidency will be made (it would be a defining moment), and i will be remembered for doing something. That gives me a warm fuzzy feeling, but it's kind of greedy to do that.
On another note, Mr. Horning is vehemently opposing my continuing chorale after the spring concert. It's worked before, and now he doesn't want to change it. Granted, I'm not as good a voice as the last exception, but whatever happened to courtesy? Opportunity my stinky foot. All the schedule limitations really float my boat. School goes on break in a week. That's nice, but it hasn't really registered. It never fully registers in my head when a vacation is coming up. It comes up in conversation, and my reaction is somewhere along the lines of, "oh, that's nice." Hopefully I'll be able to relax a bit before my parents drag me across country to institutes of higher learning, but i think that's probably a stretch. I've already seen all I want to, but i suppose i should actually see more schools to get a feel (i should also fill out the questionnares that they've sent me). The profile is due this week, which is a relief. I'm hoping for better than a C+, which is probably more than I can expect, judging by my abilities. Now if tehre was a class called, "popping silly putty bubbles"! I would excel at that!
I don't like livejournal because i am terrible at expressing myself. It is true that our generation's Hemingway is somewhere here, but don't look here. I can't even string together a coherent sentence without grunting and scratching my bony, defined, and protruding brow. If the weather takes a turn for the better, then i'm probably going to go running a bit (you're free to join, just call me up). I'll probably regret this post sooner or later, so look out for edits.