aside from Book Of Mormon (musical) references, the past 20 minutes have been lovely.
All night at Relay For Life taught me that sleeping on the ground curled up to stay warm is not comfortable and sleeping with other people is more fun than I ever expected. ALSO, that if your leaders are incompetent, step up- don’t just complain.
Woke up this morning freezing, but glad I got some sleep period. It was great seeing Brooke again, oh dear. Seniors leaving… and senior parties starting up? ;) But, really. Wahh, why are they leaving </3
Asking people to ballroom this weeeeeeek.
I’ve miraculously made it through (most of) sophyear.
To go before it ends:
- first subject test! (forcing myself to stay home today isn’t working out so well. I’m sitting here incredibly bored by the formations of molecules and discovering the exceptions to double-replacement situations.)
- first ACT (uhhm.)
- finals (study parties and half days! :)
- my brother’s White Coat ceremony (not looking forward to driving there)
- choir and theater banquet
- write teacher and senior letters (possibly decorate pineapples again)
- biking across troy once more
- FINISH MY SUMMER GOALS LIST (goodness.)
the end.
- me: so, I finally picked a goal school! (insert name that I'm too embarrassed to say again)
- him: Sarah...
- me: yeah?
- him: that's the equivalent of stanford
- me: oh.
- cooooool, college searching again.
today’s epiphany brought to me by God- throwing little coincidences my way
[really glad I got to go to REACH today. it was so weird that when I was downstairs (the farthest from the reach room I could possibly be) someone asked me where the room was. I said I’d show him and I just ended up staying. dang. I miss good praise sheshs.]
I miss the musical.
Those long hours put into creating a perfect, little story on stage; seeing progress unfold before your eyes everyday; silly moments and stolen glances; tenor harmonies and “too many sopranos”; backstage drama, but wonderful new people…
No, seriously. I miss the bitchy personalities I was surrounded by. At least, I could give them an excuse- “oh, they’re just the dramatic type”. Unlike real life, where I can’t justify why someone is mean to the quiet kid in the corner or ignoring the carefully phrased greeting… Anyway.
I think the reason I thought about theater (more than usual, that is) today is because I made a decision for next year. Competitive dance sounds like “such a stupid activity to dedicate so much time to”, but I would love it. I want to look back at high school and know that I’ve accomplished everything I’ve wanted to, that I became everything I wanted to be.
And that includes dance.
biking 5 miles is completely worth it if you’re going to see someone you’ve missed
weekends spent in birmingham make my life happier
SAT II studying can be done ANYWHERE
chemistry= love and we have none. LOL.
to do: find ballroom partner
Turns out, I smile to make my criticisms less noticeable.
Sorry.
:)
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