I have decided I totally suck at this blogging thing. All I ever do is make lists of things I like. Which, hell, is easy to do.
I feel this compulsion to actually WRITE! in this thing, so here goes:
Winterguard try-outs were supposed to be tomorrow, but are apparently being rescheduled, which is good in the fact that I get to work on my flag double more, but bad because I want to get this over with before Thanksgiving break. I helped Megan with her routine and wrote the whole damn thing in about two and a half hours. She's doing "Barbie Girl" by Aqua and we made each set based on a career, for example, swimmer or pilot. My favorite is definately "karate", though. :3
After not being able to see Rebecca for like, four months (Well, ok, I've *seen* her, but we haven't been able to hang out), we're FINALLY gonna hang out this Wednesday, Lord willing. We're gonna see Happy Feet (Because I've already seen James Bond twice), rent Zoolander, and PARTY HEARTY TIMES TEN. By which I mean, not really.
My first account, now mule, CheshireCatIma, is in the Avatar Arena on Gaia as a cosplay of R. Dorothy Waynewright. I'm not doing too well, I'm afraid, but whatever. I can advertise or get a life, you know, whatever.
In later news, I'm quite frustrated with school. In the anatomy front, I'm tired of having an oral quiz every freaking class with no hope of salvation until after the muscles. How do you quiz on the muscles, anyway? In Geometry, I've given up on proofs. Or triangles. So many stupid rules. Oh well. And, in Reedy's, I'm really mad because my partner wasn't here today to help me edit so I struggled with editing my project (it involves the band teacher rocking out to the drums) and it's really hard to match up sound with imagery. God dammit.
In the love department, I've given up. I like Chris, (he is my "fiance", after all) but not really. I refuse to become like Megan or Melanie, Megan being clingy and embarassing, Melanie being sort of a loose girl. Whatever. I'll just go curl into a ball and DIE. Well, not really. We all know males mature slower (much slower) than girls.
So, as my wrists are starting to hurt again (*emo tear*), I'm out. Plus, CSI: Miami is coming on soon.
Oh, and Alex- If you're reading this, as Megan has told me you do sometimes (scary thought), email me sometime. I miss you. Great job on getting a girlfriend you really do love this time, instead of clinging to Megan. Huzzah!
I feel this compulsion to actually WRITE! in this thing, so here goes:
Winterguard try-outs were supposed to be tomorrow, but are apparently being rescheduled, which is good in the fact that I get to work on my flag double more, but bad because I want to get this over with before Thanksgiving break. I helped Megan with her routine and wrote the whole damn thing in about two and a half hours. She's doing "Barbie Girl" by Aqua and we made each set based on a career, for example, swimmer or pilot. My favorite is definately "karate", though. :3
After not being able to see Rebecca for like, four months (Well, ok, I've *seen* her, but we haven't been able to hang out), we're FINALLY gonna hang out this Wednesday, Lord willing. We're gonna see Happy Feet (Because I've already seen James Bond twice), rent Zoolander, and PARTY HEARTY TIMES TEN. By which I mean, not really.
My first account, now mule, CheshireCatIma, is in the Avatar Arena on Gaia as a cosplay of R. Dorothy Waynewright. I'm not doing too well, I'm afraid, but whatever. I can advertise or get a life, you know, whatever.
In later news, I'm quite frustrated with school. In the anatomy front, I'm tired of having an oral quiz every freaking class with no hope of salvation until after the muscles. How do you quiz on the muscles, anyway? In Geometry, I've given up on proofs. Or triangles. So many stupid rules. Oh well. And, in Reedy's, I'm really mad because my partner wasn't here today to help me edit so I struggled with editing my project (it involves the band teacher rocking out to the drums) and it's really hard to match up sound with imagery. God dammit.
In the love department, I've given up. I like Chris, (he is my "fiance", after all) but not really. I refuse to become like Megan or Melanie, Megan being clingy and embarassing, Melanie being sort of a loose girl. Whatever. I'll just go curl into a ball and DIE. Well, not really. We all know males mature slower (much slower) than girls.
So, as my wrists are starting to hurt again (*emo tear*), I'm out. Plus, CSI: Miami is coming on soon.
Oh, and Alex- If you're reading this, as Megan has told me you do sometimes (scary thought), email me sometime. I miss you. Great job on getting a girlfriend you really do love this time, instead of clinging to Megan. Huzzah!
posted by L-Dizzle at 9:54 PM
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