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Did I mention I beasted my first history test with a 93.5? YES. !!!!!!!! !!!!!! YES. It was an insane test, one I could have easily failed. Okay, sorry, I gotta brag a bit.
I thought tonight would be insane, but it actually wasn't. I was surprisingly successful at writing a romance (ballad in spanish for my lit. class), although I'm not done. I feel very satisfied with what I have. It is about Sherman's march through Georgia. For some reason? Maybe the fact that I somewhat sympathize with the South brutalized after the war- like a proud, noble creature that falls hard. Or maybe I just sympathize with the women because they hardly had a choice. Is this strange? New paragraph...
So I'm playing guitar and singing for the Furman Founder's Day picnic on Thursday. I hope it is not awkward. Although I've found that, as a general rule, awkward exists only if you make it so. My mother is the queen of the classy-Southern-female-ability-to-avoid-awkwardness-with-exceptional-manners-and/or-laughter-and-a-sweet-smile. Thanks, Mom, for passing this on to me. It works well with the weirdo kid who hugs me a lot and who I think has a crush on me.
You know those days when you think "there is NO way in HELL that any man would ever find me attractive"? It was one of those days, and yet you always get compliments on those days. I ate badly today, but I enJOYed my chocolate chip pancake at dinner. It was SOOOOO GOOOOOOOOD. Or something Teen-Girl-Squad-ish.
I'm for sure rambling about nothing in particular. It's time to go do some ironing. Good night!
I thought tonight would be insane, but it actually wasn't. I was surprisingly successful at writing a romance (ballad in spanish for my lit. class), although I'm not done. I feel very satisfied with what I have. It is about Sherman's march through Georgia. For some reason? Maybe the fact that I somewhat sympathize with the South brutalized after the war- like a proud, noble creature that falls hard. Or maybe I just sympathize with the women because they hardly had a choice. Is this strange? New paragraph...
So I'm playing guitar and singing for the Furman Founder's Day picnic on Thursday. I hope it is not awkward. Although I've found that, as a general rule, awkward exists only if you make it so. My mother is the queen of the classy-Southern-female-ability-to-avoid-awkwardness-with-exceptional-manners-and/or-laughter-and-a-sweet-smile. Thanks, Mom, for passing this on to me. It works well with the weirdo kid who hugs me a lot and who I think has a crush on me.
You know those days when you think "there is NO way in HELL that any man would ever find me attractive"? It was one of those days, and yet you always get compliments on those days. I ate badly today, but I enJOYed my chocolate chip pancake at dinner. It was SOOOOO GOOOOOOOOD. Or something Teen-Girl-Squad-ish.
I'm for sure rambling about nothing in particular. It's time to go do some ironing. Good night!