Well, it's only the first real day of vacation and I've already outdone myself, I believe. After spending my Friday getting a haircut, eating Chinese, and watching snowboarding, I went home relatively early. On Saturday morning I got up at 6, dressed and ate, then dashed over to Newton to catch my bus. Thus began my journey to the Berkshire School ( Read more... )

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Well, last night was the Teen Center and I must say that the kids (aside from those brats who snuk...or is it sneaked out of the dance) were pretty well behaved and enjoyable. I saw Leigh in action which is always enlightening and got to catch up with Tracy Rose. Afterwards, I bounced over to Drew's to see the boys with Liz and Tara. As I left at ( Read more... )

I really like how my psychology project feels like Lent. I "gave up" making quick, condescending responses to my sister's mindless ramblings. But don't tell her that or she'll milk it for all it's worth. My method of avoiding "temptation?" A pack of Lindt milk chocolate truffles. That's a more than appropriate reward for what I'm putting myself ( Read more... )

I didn't even realize that today was not only the day before my long-awaited 18th birthday, but it was my last (legal) day of "childhood." That's absolutely nuts. Fortunately, aside from taking a midterm and being positively owned to the point of paralysis by Carley Donovan, I spent the day completely relaxed. I watched an unprecedented amount of ( Read more... )

I just bought a prom dress. Two actually. In different sizes just in case. I guess I'm saving time and preventing myself from being twins ( Read more... )

At last it's getting chilly. Right here...this is the weather I like. No humidity, but not gloves. I'm loving it right now ( Read more... )

Well, as it turns out Major Issues isn't going to me a gimme class. Who the hell is George Howard, people? If you know... you're fit to jump off a bridge. And now we're moving on to Africa... a continent I know even less about! I guess it all means that I have to study for one more class than I expected. Great ( Read more... )

I HATE my new seat in band. Mr. G had the nerve to move the oboes over to the other side of the sax section behind the flutes. That means Laura and I are miles from Mike and Sean. I'm not coping well.

Oh band drama.

Excuse me, I meant SUPER band drama.

Sucks: Betsy never let us know that oboe lessons started next week (way to start off your relationship with me on a high note...no pun intended ( Read more... )