I decided I needed to update about something. I guess I could squeeze something out.
Let's see, I'll start from when I was on my way to school this morning. I only live about 5 minutes away from the highschool (depending if I catch the red light or not, this morning I did). Anyway, I'm about to pull on to the highway when I realize that the arrow on my gas thing was on the LAST red square. I started panicking! My guage is weird, when I was on the bypass it looked like I was about to run out, but when I got on the actual school road it went up over the first big red square. So, I pull into the parking lot, park in my usual spot, next to Alex (somehow we always get there at the same time...weird.) I told Alex about my personal gas crisis, and he laughed. Got to love it. We walk up to the school, me rolling my tuba in it's case behind me, Alex laughing at me...still. Then after brisk walking in the semi-cold air, I'm out of breath and go to my locker. Do the usual stuff at the locker, then go back and talk with Alex. After awhile Jonathon Scotch-Tape shows up and we discuss Santa Hats, Christmas Parades, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Alex's flowing locks, and why I'm failing Algebra 2. Good stuff. Then I head on to first period (algebra 2).
Algebra 2 consisted of the normal Algebra 2 stuff, such as numbers, variables, me not knowing what I'm doing, copying from Courtney's paper, Jeffrey copying from my copied paper, and dissing Bonnie. Ten minutes into the class I realize I REALLY do not want to be here, and lay my head on the book while Courtney reminds me why I'm not doing so hot in there. I shot her a bird, she called me a whore. Finally, at 8:40 the bell for 2nd period rings (chemistry). Chemistry was decent today. I actually knew what I was doing, I did my homework over the break, Justin flirted with me like always, and we made fun of Mr. Tomlinson's belly. Mr. T also told a great story like always, but I can't remember it. Go Me! Theeeen 3rd period (band). Somehow I ended up in the freshman band class, when I'm supposed to be in the frickin' SENIOR class! To sum it all up in a few words: sucks, lame, boring, I've already done everything they are learning 10 times over. Then my favorite class Literature with Mrs. Samuel! We're reading something by Washington Irving and Mrs.Samuel gets all into it, and it's just great. We always have great discussions in there about everything! That's where I realized in just ONE semester I will finally be a senior. Next was Sociology, the power went out, and stayed out all during lunch (where I talked to Jonathon Scotch-Tape again =D), the rest of the class and over to the next class. Nothing else exciting happened there. US History Ms. Whatley told us to pretend we were Abraham Lincoln and write in the dark because we already were. Power came back on the last 5 minutes, so we had enough time to get our books and go to seventh period, get really into class just for the power to go out again. French in the dark is fun!
I was supposed to have private lessons after school today but I'm think I'm getting bronchitus again, so I told Lundin that I had to go home. And plus I needed to go get some gas!
I wrote a letter to a soldier in Iraq. That's my new thing, I want soldiers to know that there are people who care about them. I'm sending it out tomorrow. My cousin is over there, along with a friend of mine.
And here I am now, running out of things to say, though I think I did okay tonight. Just rambling though.