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[9:52pm] I'd like to pose a question: who knows a girl that's going to school tomorrow in show braids? Ooh, I do!! It's me!! Whee!
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[4:45pm] I censored a picture of myself just so that you could see my beautiful hair. Braided hair, braided braid hair.
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[2:57pm] Going to the mall is very tiring and hungrifying, but I feel happy because.. guess why? No, never mind, I'll just tell you, I got
Kristen a birthday present! Her birthday is next Saturday, and since it's a competition, I won't have many days without practice so today
was the day to buy the present.. And it's a good one. I won't tell you what it is, because it needs to be a big beautiful surprise.
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[10:31am] It is tremendously lovely being able to wake up at 10:00 am. It is tremendously UNlovely however to dream stupid things. I
dreamed that it was our first competition (a week from tomorrow, really) and our music skipped, so Lori told us just to go to the part
where we come out with our blue flags, and it was liked everybody forgot what to do, and eventually we finished but it was pathetic. And
we got last place. Ohhh, I'm so scared for SMS. Gotta psych myself up. Gotta practice!!
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[5:59pm] Yay! No School tomorrow either! Fabulous!
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[5:26pm] Ahh! No school tomorrow! Whee! Massive fun and awesomeness!
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[6:32pm] Also: Today should be declared a national holiday (not as important as Martin Luther King, Jr Day, but fairly important.)
American Idol Season Opener Day. Whee!
[6:28pm] So I went up to the counsellor's office yesterday and got my class rank. #6 out of like 220 or so. But even better news: Andy B
is salutatorian (wow, and in typing those words, I imagined him in his brown cap and gown with the blue Honor Society sash , giving his
speech, pounding the podium softly and smiling that smile that I've known since 2nd grade, and I teared up seriously) and Will is
co-Valedictorian with Carrie. I'm so happy for all these three. I love that Will and Carrie get to be co-V's because Carrie's parents
were both the valedictorian of their respective schools and it's lovely that she gets to be one too, and I'm so happy for Will because he
dropped all his extracurricular sports to pursue his academics more thoroughly and all his hard work has paid off. So, I'm very happy for
all of them.
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[9:45pm] Wow. I feel bad all over. I mean, besides that I just finished watching "About a Boy" and "Sense and Sensibility" with my mom,
I feel kinda ugggh. My nose isn't cooperating in the oxygen process at all, nor is my throat. My eyes are banging with the pain throbbing
behind them, my fingers on my right hand hardly work at all, and the poor right hand itself is bruised beyond recognition. I cut my left
tall toe with my sabre and the blood is still on there. I really should clean up and go to bed. I should take two more Ibuprofen and hit
the sack. END TRANSMISSION.
[8:32am] Side note: I got three loads of laundry hung up. Two more to go. Also: I was trying to get my winter coat off of its hanger, and
the hanger came off and whapped me in the eye. It just feels a little funny now. Thank God for reflexes, though, right? Right.
[8:30am] It occurred to me two days ago that graduation is coming up within a few months. Four in fact. Insane stuff. I counted and
yesterday there were 119 days. Today: 118. Day number 118 will be spent at a winterguard practice from 9-9. I have Kris dibs, and perhaps
Nicole dibs as well. Maybe not Nikki. She has other friends. But she's just so freakin cool sometimes. Sometimes, Nicole, sometimes. ;)
All the time, really. I'll stop this incessant blahblahing. Hey, it's snowing. Must be like, winter or something.
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[3:15pm] Since I'm not doing anything or going anywhere tonight, my goal is to do all my laundry, fold it, and put it away... OMG OMG OMG!
I'm watching channel like 919 or something and it's Music Choice TV: Progressive/Adult Alternative, and they're playing a song off of the
1 Giant Leap CD, which is the practically unknown CD that our winterguard song comes off of. It's excellent fun.. Anyway. Laundry, clean
my room, and finish my homework for once. I swear. I'm sick of not having my homework done just cuz I'm a loser. Goodnight.
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[9:30pm] Nicole and I are robots. Simple robots. We know nothing. Our new motto: "I AM JUST A SIMPLE ROBOT. I KNOW NOTHING. INFORMATION
QUANTITY: ZERO." Quite clever, I think. Well, of course I would. I made it up. *cheese*
[5:25pm] Okay, so now that it's almost a week later, and totally old, I'll tell you the story that I mentioned. About the commons,
counselor/wrestling coach, and winterguard all intertwined. We were having practice in the Commons, and of course Wrestler/Guidance
Councellor Man walks by, yelling at his wrestler kids -- interrupting our rehearsal with his noise, but we persevere because we're having
a good rehearsal for once and are trying to maintain it. We do so until Wrestler/Guidance Councellor Man begins shouting "Get your stuff
out of my commons!!! Get out! Before I really flip out!" Or whatever. At this point, the wrestler boys begin wheeling their mats onto our
tarp so that we have no way to leave until they move. And they run over a sabre while they're at it, bending the poor thing. So eventually
we leave, muscled out of our practice space (arranged this way through special schedules) by pure numbers.. and, well, muscle. It
was insane. We group up in the branchy hallway between the music hall and the janitor's closets, sitting on the tarp and exchanging
stories and play-by-play analyses until we feel slightly better. Until we feel UTTERLY WORSE, because Lori comes in, and she is very
unhappy. We make a few jokes to cheer her up, and she is slightly cheered, but mostly insane with anger.. without the insanity. Luckily
for us, it was the only 60-degree day in January, so when we had to spin outside (basketballers in gym, dance team in auditorium, and new
sports comlex incomplete -- not that we'd ever get to practice there anyway), we weren't too frozen. I'll tell you my pants story in a
minute. Or day.
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[9:46pm] It is late and I feel like posting something lame. The audience says, "Go for it." And I will!
Becky: Hi CC.
Auto response from Chris: Hey Becky. I'm away right now. Leave me a message.
Becky: I don't really feel like leaving a message. My feet hurt like nobody's mamma; my hair and neck
are itchy; my brain is about 0% functional, and I think I'm going to die. How's that for a message?
Becky: Not good enough, I'm thinking.
Becky: CC!!! Come talk to me or I'm going directly to bed.
Becky: Fine then. I hate you. Email me, aight? Or things will get ugly.
Becky: Nightie night.
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[4:13pm] But those stories will come later.
[6:15am] Ooh, guys, have I got a story for you! It's about the commons. And a certain counsellor slash wrestling coach. And winterguard. And then after that story, I'll tell you my stupid embarrassing story about my pants. Thank God it's Friday. I couldn't have lasted one more day. :(
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[9:37pm] I got kinda bored today and I got out a pen and I started drawing short little lines on the inside of my arm and it kinda
looked like a barcode and it was cool. Sorta not. Ummm.. Practice is going well, but the problem is that Lori wants us to practice some
time between now and the next practice.. which is at THREE O CLOCK tomorrow. I think I'm going to die. Doesn't she know that I go to
school? :)
[4:52pm] Well, thank to some snafu in the schedule planning, our practice list was all messed up. So I find myself going to a 6-9 practice
tonight, instead of the scheduled 3-5. It'll be interesting, especially due to both basketball and wrestling that will be going on
tonight. But anyway: I suck at blade tosses, so I went outside today work on them, but I couldn't improve because it was so cold outside
that my hands stopped working. Snarfle. So I still suck and am very sad, too. Okay, well I think I'm gonna grab some food before this
practice, so.. latah gators.
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[8:03pm] I would consider today a victory, even if it really wasn't one. Here's how so: I found my study hall class (after much confusion
with room numbers and schedules and accidentally wandering into an LD class.. yikes) and it's lovely -- Ashley J, Megan H, Rebecca O, and
Anne are in there. And then we got our ACT scores back -- 29. So I went down. But I did get a 27 for Science, so I did very well. And the
third thing is that I took my band test and it's over and done with, so things are okay. I got a 79.5 on it, which would be 4th chair.
Which means I beat Dressler!! AHAHHAHA!!! (And it'd be Joey, Matt, Rob, me, Dressler.. I don't know anymore.) So that's a good day, I
suppose.
[6:28am] Ahhhh!!!! It's 6:28am!!!! :(
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[11:17am] Okay. Your patience has paid off somewhat, seeing there's a new layout. But now you must wait --patience, grasshopper-- for the
rearrangement of the folders in Photography and Travels. Over time, I have messed those up completely. Things must change.
[9:35am] Everything is so much more beautiful in the morning!! Things are resolved and lovely. And I realized that, since band is a
nonhonors class, the final can only be worth 10% of my grade. Which can only bring me down to a B because I would otherwise have an A in
that class. Hallelujah!
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[10:26pm] ONE LAST THING. I PROMISE THIS IS IT.
[Chris C makes really stupid joke]
Me: [cracking up because the joke is so stupid] You're so freakin funny.
Chris C: Thanks, I try REALLY hard.
Me: [cracking up even more because he tries REALLY hard]
[10:18pm] P.S. I'm being awesome. I'm not sending an email that could be dangerous to my relationships tonight. Not while I'm still mad.
Maybe tomorrow morning when I've thought a little bit. About other things than this thing or guard. Or how freakin much my feet hurt. Okay,
on to bed. Sorry for the blah-blah-blah. :) (Flip it and reverse it.)
[10:02pm] We did in fact go to the mall, for a grand two-and-a-half hours. Now I won't see her for three days. Fabulous. *sigh* I'm in a
very bad mood after our 9-9, not particularly because of the 9-9 itself, though I'm sick of learning sabre work. Particularly because I
SUCK at it. Lori's like "toss [ANYTHING]" and we do. And I drop. EVERY TIME. Something is telling me that I need to do some tossing in my
backyard. Like I have time. I'll MAKE TIME.
Now I have to worry about practicing for my band final that I should have taken like November 23 or something. A LONG time ago. I feel like
just taking a zero on it. (Or, rather, like a 20 on it --out of like 100-- because I did take the written.) And they're all threatening me
with horrible grades, but the worst they can give me is a D. Imagine. A D in band. Okay, anyway, and if I get a D second quarter, it'll
even out to a B (or C, God forbid) for semester. And my GPA will still be 4.43 (or a 4.28 in the case of a C.) (Or an unweighted 3.86 or
3.71.) See how thoroughly I've considered this? I doubt that it's worth all the hassle and stress. I know you're all like "OH, BAND, HOW
STRESSFUL." I hate you. And that's that.
Just a quick mention on the run: Jake, Mega, Buffa, and I went out to lunch, and it was so fun. These people crack me up 100%. "I said
I'm sorry. Okay. I'm sorry! Shut up!" You can't say 'I'm sorry' and follow it up with 'Shut up!' It's against the rules. And you're also
not allowed to tie me up in a sweatshirt and not let me out. That's just mean. And Kelly and Jake and I went to Ginny's for dinner and
had a brilliant time. Now everyone is out at a certain person's par-tay and I wasn't invited, but they're all doing illegal things, so
I wouldn't have gone anyway. Plus I'm tired from the 9-9 and my hands are soooo gruesome right now. They're all scratched and torn and
icky from sabre. I don't know why I keep going off on these little rants. I need to shut up and go to bed. Okay, this is the official
end of transmission for the longest post I have ever.. posted. Yeah.
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[1:09pm] Yay. Official Mall Dibs may just work. Whee.
[12:02am] Okay. That's it. Goodnight.