::We start to take the next step together::
ITS SNOWING LIKE FREAKING CRAZY.
What the hell is up with this nutzo New England weather? I'm totally moving to somewhere on the equator. I'll be much happier. Except I would miss you guys a lot. So much that the airplane tickets would cost so much, my parents would eventually just tell me I had to stay. It would be a vicious cycle, which is why I still live here.
Anyway, today was pretty weird. It was just a strange day? And I never see anyone fun besides Emma, Sam, Colin and Karah on day 2s anyway, so the fact that all my classes were made shorter wasn't such a problem...and they were made shorter twice, once for the Gospel Choir performance (which was pretty great and I wish I could sing Gospel music), and then again for the snow. On the way out of Creation Ensemble, it was snowing so hard I couldn't see where the hell I was going. It was a major inconvience. And Ben doesn't quite walk as fast as I do, so I lost him somewhere in the white abyss...but he caught up.
I hope I don't have to go to dance class tonight, because I don't like Annmarie and I'd rather not. But I have no homework excuse since I just finished all my homework for tomorrow and Thursday. GOD DAMN YOU, WATKINSON, FOR GIVING ME SO MUCH FREE TIME. When I get out of school early, I just end up doing homework like a loser. I need a life. Whatever. Its my goal. Since I'm NOT on honors at all this term, I shall be back on high honors by the end of the spring. Screw you, Ms. Van Kleef.
Exhibitions are a major pain in the ass and I think I'm giving up on school all together. Not really, but ugh. I just finished filling out all my forms, so now I have to make sure I get all my teachers to sign them and whatnot before Friday, plus write all my Reflection Notes. Somehow, I think a whole lot of bullshit pilled into a notebook shouldn't determine the rest of my life, but its the Watkinson way.
My back hurts?
I should mention how much I love Erin Malley. I do. I do. I do. I do.
And Karah, too. I do. I do. I do. I do. I don't give them enough credit.
Karen wants to meet and talk with me about the show...tricky...She was like, "I want to talk with you about what I saw in your audition, and tell you how much I'm looking forward to this." I'm nervous. Really nervous. Not just about that. About the show in general. And I don't want to have to tell her that. But I am.
I don't know what else to say. This has been a long entry.
Dear Scott,
I love you and you're my favorite.
Love, Sarah
::And if they try to tell you, "love fades with time", tell them, "theres no such thing as time, its our time."::
What the hell is up with this nutzo New England weather? I'm totally moving to somewhere on the equator. I'll be much happier. Except I would miss you guys a lot. So much that the airplane tickets would cost so much, my parents would eventually just tell me I had to stay. It would be a vicious cycle, which is why I still live here.
Anyway, today was pretty weird. It was just a strange day? And I never see anyone fun besides Emma, Sam, Colin and Karah on day 2s anyway, so the fact that all my classes were made shorter wasn't such a problem...and they were made shorter twice, once for the Gospel Choir performance (which was pretty great and I wish I could sing Gospel music), and then again for the snow. On the way out of Creation Ensemble, it was snowing so hard I couldn't see where the hell I was going. It was a major inconvience. And Ben doesn't quite walk as fast as I do, so I lost him somewhere in the white abyss...but he caught up.
I hope I don't have to go to dance class tonight, because I don't like Annmarie and I'd rather not. But I have no homework excuse since I just finished all my homework for tomorrow and Thursday. GOD DAMN YOU, WATKINSON, FOR GIVING ME SO MUCH FREE TIME. When I get out of school early, I just end up doing homework like a loser. I need a life. Whatever. Its my goal. Since I'm NOT on honors at all this term, I shall be back on high honors by the end of the spring. Screw you, Ms. Van Kleef.
Exhibitions are a major pain in the ass and I think I'm giving up on school all together. Not really, but ugh. I just finished filling out all my forms, so now I have to make sure I get all my teachers to sign them and whatnot before Friday, plus write all my Reflection Notes. Somehow, I think a whole lot of bullshit pilled into a notebook shouldn't determine the rest of my life, but its the Watkinson way.
My back hurts?
I should mention how much I love Erin Malley. I do. I do. I do. I do.
And Karah, too. I do. I do. I do. I do. I don't give them enough credit.
Karen wants to meet and talk with me about the show...tricky...She was like, "I want to talk with you about what I saw in your audition, and tell you how much I'm looking forward to this." I'm nervous. Really nervous. Not just about that. About the show in general. And I don't want to have to tell her that. But I am.
I don't know what else to say. This has been a long entry.
Dear Scott,
I love you and you're my favorite.
Love, Sarah
::And if they try to tell you, "love fades with time", tell them, "theres no such thing as time, its our time."::