Wow I actually have stuff to say.
A lot has happened since my last update. For one thing, I went on CHOIR TOUR which was amazing. I don't think I've that much fun in a long time. The bus ride there was fun because everyone was hyped up and just so excited to get to wherever we were going next. Even the rest stops were memorable in their own way. Marlyand and D.C. were so beautiful. The singing went well and all and our audiences really responded well. I think I even enjoyed the weird sermon at the Presybterian Church. Wow, that place was huge.
Sightseeing in D.C. was the best. I walked all around the mall and visited museums and such. I hung out with Cushing for a lot of that. It was so fun. Cushing, you are such a weirdo, yet so awesome. Thanks for being so cool with me. I'll think of you next time I'm at a crosswalk.
I also spent a buttload of time with kellie who was my roommate(we're not on good terms at the moment, but I couldn't write about choir tour without mentioning my homes). Kellie is one of the funniest girls on this earth. She's the best. The Queen of funny photos and weird noises, but she's still so sweet and understanding. It wouldn't have been the same without her.
I missed you too, but, not that much. I was having too much fun. Spending time away from school was realy good for me. Even after I heard that you were going to prom with Miss Ono, it depressed me for about 10 minutes, but there was something that got me over it. Then the thought drifted in and out of my mind. I must say that when I got to school, the idea made me a bit more sick to my stomach, but not as much as the fact that in the hallway, you were smiling. You never smile in the hallway when you're by yourself. You look like you're about to cry, usually. But you looked happy...and I know why. And I hate why. And I hate myself because I can't even appreciate the fact that you're not completely miserable anymore. i'm so horrible. I say I want to be your friend, but I never do anything about it, and this proves for sure that I can't. Because I can't be happy for you. It's not fair. Why do you have to be so gorgeous? and smart? and gorgeous? and a jerk? and gorgeous. Damn you. I wish I could just go up and talk to you normally blah blah blah. I need places to talk to you blah blah blah. You've heard it all before. It's just another way of saying...oh nevermind.
Sooooooooooo in other news, my dad made me quite a nifty deal. He said that If I made high honors this quarter that he'd get me a 6 GB Mini Ipod. Pretty sweet. I'm also enjoying my schoolwork more for some strange reason...I dont' know if these two things have anything to do with each other. . .Hm, Naaaaaaaa.
This was a pretty long entry. Hope it was worth the typage. Goodnight.
Sightseeing in D.C. was the best. I walked all around the mall and visited museums and such. I hung out with Cushing for a lot of that. It was so fun. Cushing, you are such a weirdo, yet so awesome. Thanks for being so cool with me. I'll think of you next time I'm at a crosswalk.
I also spent a buttload of time with kellie who was my roommate(we're not on good terms at the moment, but I couldn't write about choir tour without mentioning my homes). Kellie is one of the funniest girls on this earth. She's the best. The Queen of funny photos and weird noises, but she's still so sweet and understanding. It wouldn't have been the same without her.
I missed you too, but, not that much. I was having too much fun. Spending time away from school was realy good for me. Even after I heard that you were going to prom with Miss Ono, it depressed me for about 10 minutes, but there was something that got me over it. Then the thought drifted in and out of my mind. I must say that when I got to school, the idea made me a bit more sick to my stomach, but not as much as the fact that in the hallway, you were smiling. You never smile in the hallway when you're by yourself. You look like you're about to cry, usually. But you looked happy...and I know why. And I hate why. And I hate myself because I can't even appreciate the fact that you're not completely miserable anymore. i'm so horrible. I say I want to be your friend, but I never do anything about it, and this proves for sure that I can't. Because I can't be happy for you. It's not fair. Why do you have to be so gorgeous? and smart? and gorgeous? and a jerk? and gorgeous. Damn you. I wish I could just go up and talk to you normally blah blah blah. I need places to talk to you blah blah blah. You've heard it all before. It's just another way of saying...oh nevermind.
Sooooooooooo in other news, my dad made me quite a nifty deal. He said that If I made high honors this quarter that he'd get me a 6 GB Mini Ipod. Pretty sweet. I'm also enjoying my schoolwork more for some strange reason...I dont' know if these two things have anything to do with each other. . .Hm, Naaaaaaaa.
This was a pretty long entry. Hope it was worth the typage. Goodnight.