mondays. eeeaargh. garfield openly discusses his hatred of them, the mamas and the papas proclaimed that "whenever monday comes, you can hear me cryin all of the time" , and the boomtown rats spun an epic tale of a school shooting out of this loathsome day of the week.
though actually, this was an ok day...as far as mondays go. despite the fact that i am loathe to think that i have a whole week ahead of me (complete with an abundance of tests and biology related busy work...) and that tomorrow has all of my less-than-desirable classes. once again, eeeaargh.
but enough complaining.
my hypothesis is that it is going to say this entry was posted at about 12:30. it's actually 3:28 right now.
we shall see if i am correct.
badabadadada...
so...anyone know any good soprano arias i can sing for ISSMA this year?
i'm thinking i'll just go with the conventional "ave maria" if worse comes to worse.
all of you in the bloomingtonish area should come and see BHSN's choir concert on the 11th at 6:45. it'll be pretty snazzy. well, advanced choir will be, anyway. can't promise anything about the others...meh.
OH MY HOLY COWS I AM SO HAPPY THEY MADE "MEH" AN ACTUAL WORD!!!!!
here's to you, the cheat.
hm. in retrospect, i see the possibitlity that we will now have a bunch of entirely random people and/or child predators who will attend our concert.
ah well. c'est la vie.
nyeh. now i have to go clean up glitter that my darling siblings spilled in the basement.
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i'm adding my own comment because i was feeling very sad and insecure, looking at the little thing that said "0 COMMENTS" in biiig bold letters, as if to accentuate the fact that no one cares about what i write. so here we are. now, don't i sound so typical and angst-y? ha ha.
but for reals, here. do comment on my prose, plox? at least make me THINK that you care even if you are secretly saying to yourself or dog "gee wilikers, that emily suuuure is a typical angst-y teen who can't write worth crap! i think i'll not comment to her, just to make her go cry in a corner!" not that you would do that. and not that i spend my time crying in corners.
yeeeaaaay hi mailin! i am frolicking and doing heel kicks in my mind. i AM filled with joy.
the "sometimes i feel like a motherless child" one? that was so pretty. if i can find it in a different key... :] for i do love me some jazz.
ohhh yessss. ehrm kinda a long story. just one of those "random-chance-of-sitting-next-to-each-other-in-world-history-and-striking-up-a-conversation-which-then-became-a-lot-of-conversations-which-then-became-us-liking-each-other-and-him-asking-me-out" things.
more or less.
toodles also!
whoops i spelled your name wrong. :P
i always want to put an "i" instead of a "y".
my bad.
Um, what means "plox"?
I will comment more, indeed! Especially more insightful comments like this!
Meh!
"please". i don't know why. but it's so much more fun.
what means "forlorn"? hee.
Meh!
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