January 2011
and i’m like what, the hell.
Schedule for the day, because if i don't write it...
1. finish typing translation of ‘Sir Tristram and the Fair Iseult’ for Mrs. Fisher
2. Study for Math Unit 5 Test
3. Study for French Midterm
4. Study for Math Midterm
5. Vacuum Room (hehe. i rhymed.)
6. is today saturday? shit. i slept through dance.
7. ^^ oops. thats not something that goes on a schedule. gasp!
8. go to library, pick up books that are on hold
9. return books...
I might die, I have so much on my mind right now. If you want to know what it is, hehe, too bad. I’m not typing it.
You should know...
You should know that I’m quick at loving, but slow at forgiving. I smile easily, I laugh often, but if you hurt me, I take time to heal.
There’s a good chance that I’m in love with you.
Tranquil as a forest, but a firee, within. :)
tess, I steal your idea, bwahhaa: things you have...
when I hear music, I dance. Wanna know why? I dance, derr.
I’m not fat, but I’m not skinny. And believe it or not, im fine with it. Just because I don’t want to starve myself to be a size zero doesnt mean I’m not healthy.
If I have an audition coming up, im going to talk about it. It’s my way of not freaking about and spazzing about how I’m going to do.
I...
Tess, your hurr is not the only thing that is crazy.
I’m a rawrisaur.
Anything to get me away from the people I live with.
teach me how to snuggie, teach me, teach me how to...
Why are the haters only there to see me fall? I accomplish something, he conviently doesn’t notice. Unnamed person who I won’t name needs to find himself a new punchline because if he makes one more comment about me, to my back or face or whatever, someone is going to be singing soprano for a week.
If mrs. Difazio has the lights off in the classroom tomorrow… I’m telling you, I’ll be out like a freaking light bulb.
You have no idea how much I want a zoopals plate right now.
Showstoppers, votech, and rockettes intensive… Look out, there’s a dancer coming your way(;
dude, don’t be stereotypical. Even if I don’t have the body you would think a dancer would have, doesn’t mean I cant dance circles around you. Can you do a switch leap? Yeah. Didn’t think so.
Daammnn.
That’s it (:
dancing together since day one (:
I remember drumming on pots and pans with our hands until we had a tune we could dance to, then humming it along while we twirled around the front yard. I remember skipping around the kitchen together and singing our favorite songs. I remember growing up and signing up for the same dance classes, and learning the same routines that we practiced together. We carpooled for the same classes, the same...
Mr. Homa, i hate you. stupid midterms.