Yes, I am alittle bit scattered.....but the fact that I am finishing my math at midnight has absolutly nothing to do with the fact that I kind of fell asleep on accident and woke up much later then I thought I would.....so now I have like ten problems left. Grrr! Wish me luck!
Hershey tomorrow!!!!!!!!!! You have no idea how excited I am!!!!!!!!
Now, I'm going to be my daddy's little girl and say what I should say much more often. Thanks, Daddy! Anyone who's met my Dad knows his funloving, and funny, personatlity. But did you know that he is one of the greatest listeners and consulors around? I suppose this is one of the traits I get from my Father. Also, he is so kindhearted and maybe alittle too emotional (like in church when Hymns make him cry) but I'm not complaining. I love my father so much. He will always be there, showing me the way. My life consists of many situations in which I am lost, but whether or not he knows it, he's the one I tend to look too. Sometimes not as openly as I should. But I do.My mother has also contributed much to my life. I know this entry should have come on mothers day, but Thank you for being there Mom. She cares, and she loves me so much. The way she shows it is remarkable. She is one of the strongst people I know and she balences it all while thinking of me. She's sacrificed so much for me, its overwhelming.
I have to say that I wasn't prepared for this year. My life has been, in short, a rollarcoaster. Any of my close friends, and maybe not so close on so oocasions, could easily agree. But thats just the thing....we're in eighth grade, teenage drama is to be expected of course. I went in knowing this, admiting it is a different story. But still, something is in the air this year. There is something that is making everything so.....spontainiously important. Does that make sense? Okay, I'll reword. No event this year was little and insignificant, not really. People this year were forced into a whirlwind of events which brought good and bad emotions, and many permenant changes. Honestly, I am such a different person now then I was. And this I can contribute to three people overall. My math teacher, my sister, and my cousin. Many others have drastically changed me, but this year these three people become more present in my life and such good role models (forced or not cough mrs.moreno cough). Between spending time with me, being there to listen, and showing me new ways to look at life and present myself, I've become a much better person this year.
But back to the fact that there is something in the air. I'm not the only one haveing a......peculiar year right now. I know it. Here, look at this. Or this. Thats just two examples of this tornado-year. Yes, thats right, tornado-year. I don't know what it is....I mean, nobody said it would be easy......but nobody said it would be this hard.
Wise words. Why I put them as a title today? No particular reason I suppose....I got though half of season four of Buffy today! It was great, never a disappointment. Some of Spike's lines absolutly kill me though. Not that the accent and eextrodinary good looks don't help with the amusment. But still, the things he says are hysterical. So half of season four is a big accomplishment, but surprisingly not the biggest for today. Yes, thats right, my sick day consisted of accomplishing more then Buffy. I got a call around four o'clock from my vocal teacher with my NYSSMA results. Now before I break the news I must say that this was my first evaluation on a professional level. My music teacher expected it to take me a few years to get a high grade on this so I could move up a level and be evaluated on higher songs, and yet, here I am beaming with the news. 94 out of 100. Thats equals an A if I'm not utterly mistaken. I was two points away from an A+, and those two points were lost on sight reading. So really, I did much better then I, or my music teacher, exected. Now...all I have to do is get that sight reading down......
I can't believe its over....just like that. It went from a long awaited teenage fantasy to a number of lasting memories in all of two hours. Seems like life has a way of doing that.....
So formal was great. The DJ, finally, was good. It was fun (I really did dance this time I swear) and pleasantly non-dramatic. Of coures, you throw a bunch of hormonal teenagers in a sweaty gym with loud music and there will be some dramatic events coming yoru way at some point. But in my opinion a dance needs a little drama, or what is there to look back and comtemplate on? But all in all the balence of drama and simple fun was perfect.
Beofre hand, of course, we left early. That was amazing. (Sorry Mr.R but I do find it important to dress up and take eight hours doing it.) My hair alone toke three hours (thanks Colleen!)
Now my hair contains curls and an entire half bottle of hair spray and should probably be washed out before NYSSMA tomorrow.
Scariest thing is......next dance will be in high school.
