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Okay, so the weekend was pretty much amazing.
And then came Monday, which was a drag because not only was I tired, but there wasn't any marching, either, so it was ftl.
Lame.
- Competition. We FREAKING WON OUR DIVISION AND 3RD OVER ALL. So can you say adrenaline RUSH? I can't wait for this week's! Marching band is now on my list of best friends.
- Homecoming. Okay, so I didn't have a date. But why would I want one? Me and Leela (once Leela came and I found her) had a BLAST. And I mean, we had an AMAZING time! I didn't go to dance, I didn't want to dance, but me and Leela danced, all right. If amazingness was an element on the Periodic Table, it would run through her veins. You don't know how much I love her. And aside from that, I didn't totally freak out walking from the car to the line to get in 8D (Okay, that doesn't sound like any feat, but my mom decided to park as far away as she could so I could walk all the way there by myself. Ugh.) And Jamie's dress was amazing, too.
- Boring part. Cleaning in the morning the next day. Not much fun.
- Wedding reception party. This is where all the adults I'm supposed to know tell me how tall I'm getting and how they haven't seen me since I was 2. And then they talk to my parents while I'm expected to smile and respond to the conversation I'm totally not a part of. Fun times.
And then came Monday, which was a drag because not only was I tired, but there wasn't any marching, either, so it was ftl.
Lame.