Day Eighteen; Lunchtime & Musical Talk.

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Okay, before you get all judgmental of me, let me just say: IT WASN'T ME! It was Shannon. Judge Shannon. Okay, I'm kidding. Don't judge her or I'll be upset. There's a perfectly good story, though. That will come in just a moment. (Don't you just love suspense?)

I seriously didn't wanna wake up today. My mom kept me up until almost three am because we got in this really emotional conversation about me going to college. Bleh. Too much crying for my liking. Anyway, I got up and went to school. Lo and behold, my first period teacher wasn't there! Score! We did absolutely nothing. The next period was followed by some stupid exercise set. English was pretty cool, as it always is. I was pretty flattered that, when I told Mr. Bill I was seriously considering teaching English, he told me he thinks I would definitely excel at that.

Choir was nice as well. We didn't do very much, but that's okay. Djuana and I had a nice talk while Desiree hid behind some...board thing. What a weirdo. Ha, that just made me snort!

JAG...was JAG. And boring as crap.

Then came lunch. This post is dedicated to Bryce Crabb, Chance Cash, and Dakota Weatherley. Why? Because this picture above was designed to a) be funny in a very juvenile way, and b) show them what they missed at lunch today. They were gone to some DUMB FBLA convention. They missed Shannon's new knack for food art. Like I said, it was NOT me. But admit it. It's kinda funny. Those are peaches, corn, and carrots. She's crafty. HAHAHAHA.

Cassi and I took pictures earlier with her new camera. And let me tell you... her camera is AWESOME. $800 well spent on the part of her aunt and uncle. That's insane, though. I was cold...again. But nowhere near as cold as I was when we took those winter pictures. It was just a little windy today.

Since I got home, though, I have been practicing for this musical. I wrote a Western Civ paper in the midst of this, but I am trying to perfect the little tryout pieces. Tryouts are Wednesday, and I'm excited. Very nervous, yes. But excited.

Anyway, I'm going to go fix my hair. Tomorrow? I get to go to Brandon's and go see Avatar for the second time for his mommy's birthday. I love spending time with them, and I'm sorry that my blog lacks when I'm there. It's hard to take time out from your everything, you know?

Sarah, I don't care if that makes you sick. You still make me...not-sick.