Ha ha, I now have a Journal for all my friends here at Gaia! (A grand total of four, but there you go.) I just practiced my clarinet for an hour, yay, because I'll have absolutely NO time to do it later this week. Here, I'll write down my schedule:
Monday:
7:00, get up
8:15: ride bike to school
2:07: present Revolution poster
3:00: go to Jazzband
4:00: ride bike home
6:00: walk to BPA for Gypsy
Between 7:30 and 8:00, most likely: walk home.
Tuesday:
ditto, but I'll be walking to school...
3:00: ride bus to BPA
6:00: eat dinner at BPA, start Gypsy rehearsal
7:30-8:30ish: walk home.
Wednesday:
same as Monday, (w/o rev. board presentation) but instead of going home after Gypsy at 8, I'll be heading home at around 10.
Oh, and: 8:25: Challenge w/ Ian. Which I'll win. No contest. (Hi, Ian. Oh, and on the subject of you losing, be sure you're ready to give up twenty cents. You'll never get them all. blaugh )
Thursday:
Same as Tuesday, but it's the Preview for Gypsy, so I'll be at BPA till ten again.
Friday:
7:00 get up
7:50 ride car to school with CF display board, uke, and sleepover stuff
8:00 go to ukulele club
8:55 start class
1:08 do demonstration speech
2:07 turn in CF display board, possibly present.
3:00 go home OR go with Devin and friends to her party
6:00 call for gypsy; OPENING NIGHT!
10ish: go back to Devin's for sleepover.
O.O fun, eh? Hell Week for moi. biggrin DDDD I'll be a zombie by friday, which will distinctly take away from devin's party mood, as she picked 'barbie' for her theme. *cringes* Yes, devin, i know you might be reading this, but Barbies? becky and the rest think it's cute, but *you* weren't given one by mac wright in preschool... stare
Au revior, dahlings!
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You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Wild Geese ~ Mary Oliver
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Wild Geese ~ Mary Oliver