I made it in.

OU ballet program, level three...where the "good freshmen" go. Eeeeeeeeee =)

Now, please, National Merit...please.

I've decided that I am faaaar too irritable. I find myself irritated by loud people, stupid people, overly cheerful people, curious people, people who walk slowly, people who say "like" or "um" too often, people who talk incessantly...sometimes even people who are fat or ugly, which is completely horrid because that is totally not their fault. ( Read more... )

Here I come, Oklahoma.

God, whoever, whatever, wherever you are, please let this whole thing work out.

I &hearts Prokofiev.

Calculus = barf.

I really want to go back in time and give Abraham Lincoln a hug. That poor guy.

Last night I dreamt I could fly. I had to get a running start and jump in order to take off, and I had to be in just the right frame of mind, and I had keep concentrating once I was up, but I could fly. I think it's a good omen.

My. neck. hurts. It's been incredibly sore for the past few weeks. I'm so sick of it. Sitting in school all day just kills.

But then. I had a ballet class today. Oh joy. I love to dance, that's all there is to it. Barre was great, and I usually don't like barre very much. Center was eh...but what can you expect when you've been off for a ( Read more... )

You know what? This year had its ups, but a lot of it was pretty shitty for me. I'm going to be glad to see it go and start over again. Let's see...

January. The only thing that got me through was working on Reckless with my girls. I was exhausted and stressed, kinda like right now.

February. Went all out for Ben on V-Day, threw a tea party ( Read more... )

I have a Sadies date...and for once I will be able to wear heels...however fucking high I want. Hurrah for tall guys who don't live in Grand Blanc. It just better not cause any drama. Especially with Chris. Oh God, I hope it doesn't crush him.

But I'm sorry, I'm really happy. And my dress is super cute.

Edit: Just in case you hadn't noticed ( Read more... )

Time for a non-emo entry. And an inventory of the Christmas prezzies. Lessee...I got ( Read more... )

I told my dad I would do all that college/scholarship stuff over this next week, just please, I didn't want to do any on Christmas. After we opened presents, I started cleaning my room...like deep-down cleaning it, and it is a bloody mess because I haven't had time to clean it since who knows when. So it's like 11:30 at night and I'm still ( Read more... )