People really need to remind me to update this, if any of you actually still look at it.
I am now officially 17 years and 3 days old. Hehe. A bunch of the people I invited out couldn't come, but it was still fun with the ones who did come, and I got some pretty good gifts (thanks for all the coffee-related stuff, you guys know me too well). It's been a pretty eventful week, for those of you who actually know what I'm talking about (all one of you).
Senior year is going remarkably well up till now. A lot of people are complaining about Ms. Mitchell now. I know shes a bit strict (read: very strict), but I still think we should give her a bigger chance before passing judgement, and I think she's doing a lot of good things for the band.
The new parking lot group: Carrie, Austen, Sai, Katie, Emily, Kathleen, and me. Other than Sai, I'm the only one without a car, but that will soon be remedied (!!!).
"If you're not awake NOW, you might be awake NOW."
Jazz band has begun, and with it the sleep deprivation that is so common for me now, but without the endless waves of homework that once accompanied it. And I can always sleep in Spanish if I get too tired.
OH! I got the National Merit Scholarship thingy! *happy dance*
Starbucks has once again raised my hopes only to dash them against the caffinated wheels of industry. This time, a deceptive now hiring sign outside the school one, except they aren't really hiring. Blah.
Sai is telling me now that he can actually play the fiddler wedding dance solo. I'll believe that when I hear it (hopefully tomorrow).
Recently I've begun to reminisce about the old St Joes days, with me and my tiny group of friends. Probably because we were discussing our old friend Lizzie with Mario yesterday in spanish and I talked to Andrea for the first time in a long while today. I don't know why I miss those old days, since I have more and closer friends now that I did in those days, but still...blah. As Katie said, our subconscious sucks.
Tomorrow's the first football game against Cappuchino High. Makes me want coffee just thinking about it. Maybe I'll go for the triple-shot expresso mocha again... Band practice is fun, I get to walk around and tell people to straighten their lines and all that fun stuff, except now it's hard work trying to get the big S to look like something other than a blob of people. And the freshmen (and certain annoying sophs and juniors) like to screw around and move the flags. Blah. Hopefully we won't suck too much tomorrow. Theresa says shes coming, maybe some more...I don't know what to call them other than former seniors...of them will come.
I have spirituality homework I've been procrastinating on, and I should do it know. Adieu. | 
