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Didn’t feel like putting in a title. So I didn’t. *grins*

Well, where SHALL I begin? My english teacher (and Meg now, apparently) think I should publish that (what I posted a few days ago) in the school’s literary magazine. I haven’t decided yet. Well, actually I probably will, just so I can say I did, but I’m having difficulty deciding whether or not I should edit it. I really frown upon editing creative writing that you just sit down and write… but at the same time, bah I don’t know. It’s a moral thing.

Let’s see, we marched in band… outside… while it was raining. Yeah and I was in a skirt and tennis shoes (no I didn’t wear them all day, I changed out of my sandals only for band)… Every once in awhile, or the whole time, my laces would come loose. So I would be marching, in a long skirt mind you, in the rain, with wet laces slapping against my ankles. I dropped out of parade formation to tie them, which means in order to catch up, I had to run past over half the band to get to my squad. In a skirt, holding a saxophone, while it was raining. And as soon as I got back marching, about 30 seconds later, guess what was slapping my ankles? Right. I endured that for about another 7 minutes or so, dropped out, tied them, ran past half of the band to catch up with my squad… in a skirt holding a saxophone while it was raining, and even getting an occasional “don’t touch me” screamed in the process. I got back into step for the second time, right? And guess what happened 30 seconds later? Yeah, well luckily we went inside shortly after that. By then we were soaked, I was a little out of breath from running, marching, and playing, my laces on my nice tennis shoes were un peu muddy, my skirt was annoying, and my sax was, well, not dry. But hey – it’s ok… I LOVE BAND!

I think this diary is really good for my writing skills. Ignoring the fact that it doesn’t always make sense, isn’t always interesting at all, and usually is just me talking about petty things in my life, the experience of just WRITING, and writing every day at that, I think is very beneficial. I’m thinking it gives me more of a voice when I write. It also makes me… used to forming words. Used to getting them down. Used to sorting my thoughts, or scrambling them.

So Scott. Not sure. In all honesty… I’m really not sure. Alex? Bah. Stupid 15-year-old. I really can’t handle that. He doesn’t look very old either. I’m scratching that by default. Matt? Tuba Matt? Either one? (I was actually referring more to the non-Aims/prom thing one…) Not sure there either. Nolan? Squad rivals? What? Like? Maybe? Probably not. Darn these saxes. I really need to stop falling for them, or even THINKING about them. And what is with me thinking about JAY? Hi, twin? For real… before he logs off, he wont’ even have said a word to me, and he’ll say “I’m leaving goodnight” or something. And he’s always so nice in the halls, except for when we’re twins – then he just runs. Fun to talk on the phone to (only once, not the point), chemistry… yeah. Nice kid. Sucks at the sax. Bah. I need to stop. I think this is me taking plutonic things on a stupid level. Definately.

Stupid Andy got it into my head that I want a boyfriend. How wrong is that.

At any rate, I’ll wrap this thing up… and so I’m off to be

~swept away in the 3 day weekend~

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