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Wow. I haven't written here in many moons.
I've been so preoccupied toward the end of school, it's unreal.
I finished BBB on May 7. It was an amazing experience. The cast was phenomenal, and I've built relationships I'll never forget.
My grades have steadily gone up and it reduces a lot of the pressure on me.
My parents are happy with me again and it's good to be back on that level.
Tomorrow is Ashley's last day EVER at VCHS. It makes me sad, but I see the reasons she has to go. I sure will miss her, though. I love Ashley more than many other people.
And as always, I am completely in love with Dorothy Brignac.
As if you didn't already know.
The final day of drum major tryouts is tomorrow. EEK! The stress is building. Drum Major is something I've wanted for years, but I guess I'll be okay if I don't make it. Just having the experience will be good.
Who am I kidding...
I need to get drum major.
I suppose the stress is starting to affect me on the oustide.
When I get like this, I stop brushing my hair, or even looking in the mirror before I leave the house.
Frankly, I don't really care what I look like anymore.
But hey, I love life. A lot.
I've been so preoccupied toward the end of school, it's unreal.
I finished BBB on May 7. It was an amazing experience. The cast was phenomenal, and I've built relationships I'll never forget.
My grades have steadily gone up and it reduces a lot of the pressure on me.
My parents are happy with me again and it's good to be back on that level.
Tomorrow is Ashley's last day EVER at VCHS. It makes me sad, but I see the reasons she has to go. I sure will miss her, though. I love Ashley more than many other people.
And as always, I am completely in love with Dorothy Brignac.
As if you didn't already know.
The final day of drum major tryouts is tomorrow. EEK! The stress is building. Drum Major is something I've wanted for years, but I guess I'll be okay if I don't make it. Just having the experience will be good.
Who am I kidding...
I need to get drum major.
I suppose the stress is starting to affect me on the oustide.
When I get like this, I stop brushing my hair, or even looking in the mirror before I leave the house.
Frankly, I don't really care what I look like anymore.
But hey, I love life. A lot.