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I haven't been doing anything, really, Ally, but it might look like I have. Nothing is going on, Nabil.
Tomorrow: I am going to be a GIRL. I will wear my windsock. This will be difficult to accomplish on the bike, so mama may take me to school and pick me up in time for Sam's recital at 5, and then to Ally's for a round with them, and if they want to come to the PDQ Bach concert at 8, they oughta. It's gonna be cool. Then, depending on how many parties are still in progress, I will go either from Jenny's to Julia's to the SAT, cause Tony's given up and let his people go to Julia's (unless he just comes to all the concerts with me, including Sam who is a VERY good tenor from whoom he could learn much, but I don't think it's terribly likely to be approved).
All this on top of the fact that ARTS stuff must be postmarked by Saturday and my SAT is at 8 that morning. And I may be dead of Calculus and Physics by then, anyway. And a dress.
But ( ARTS is progressing... )
So. About that sluttiness. I'm not. I seem to have privately become more of a skank than I would ever have imagined myself to be, but that's not a literal thing. People just assume, and it's amusing to see their reactions to your perceived transgressions. Except when it's your fellow transgressor's eminently unreasonable parents.
Agh! There's so much to accomplish! And then there will be English. I have to finish 47 essays by December 6th. Oh, and Concerto Contest is on Nov 6th. Plus I think I may fail this Cal test and the teacher is also the NHS sponsor and I need to talk to him cause I haven't been to enough meetings and I may be kicked out. But it's okay. I probably won't graduate anyway, cause I need another foreign language credit. My 3 years of German and 1 of Russian don't count, and neither does the LMS Latin unless I get another year. Hmm. And if I do graduate, I may need to actually apply to some colleges. I've turned in Part I to Rice, and done nothing else, college-wise.
Can you tell, I'm stressed?
Tomorrow: I am going to be a GIRL. I will wear my windsock. This will be difficult to accomplish on the bike, so mama may take me to school and pick me up in time for Sam's recital at 5, and then to Ally's for a round with them, and if they want to come to the PDQ Bach concert at 8, they oughta. It's gonna be cool. Then, depending on how many parties are still in progress, I will go either from Jenny's to Julia's to the SAT, cause Tony's given up and let his people go to Julia's (unless he just comes to all the concerts with me, including Sam who is a VERY good tenor from whoom he could learn much, but I don't think it's terribly likely to be approved).
All this on top of the fact that ARTS stuff must be postmarked by Saturday and my SAT is at 8 that morning. And I may be dead of Calculus and Physics by then, anyway. And a dress.
But ( ARTS is progressing... )
So. About that sluttiness. I'm not. I seem to have privately become more of a skank than I would ever have imagined myself to be, but that's not a literal thing. People just assume, and it's amusing to see their reactions to your perceived transgressions. Except when it's your fellow transgressor's eminently unreasonable parents.
Agh! There's so much to accomplish! And then there will be English. I have to finish 47 essays by December 6th. Oh, and Concerto Contest is on Nov 6th. Plus I think I may fail this Cal test and the teacher is also the NHS sponsor and I need to talk to him cause I haven't been to enough meetings and I may be kicked out. But it's okay. I probably won't graduate anyway, cause I need another foreign language credit. My 3 years of German and 1 of Russian don't count, and neither does the LMS Latin unless I get another year. Hmm. And if I do graduate, I may need to actually apply to some colleges. I've turned in Part I to Rice, and done nothing else, college-wise.
Can you tell, I'm stressed?
