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| howdy
the all county concert was yesterday, and it was ok. i
thought it was going to be a big deal, but maybe it didnt seem like one
just cuz i didnt take it seriously enough. i got something out of
it atleast, and ill be better next year. the piccolo player
inspired me to get better, so i can be just like her. i should
take lessons from her.
what else is new? my sister is in
argentina/uruguay/paraguay right now. i saw the life aquatic,
white noise, and spanglish the other week. my science project is
due next week, and my speech is due tuesday, and i am now obsessed with
bop it.
im gonna go start training for all state next year. bye.
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| ugh... i had the worst day ALL year. its ok tho... i get to start my new year's resolution today.
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| happy boxing day everyone. its actually a real holiday...
unlike kwanzaa. yesterday was christmas, also a real
holiday. family came over, i prayed, and then we ate. i got
some presents, but the real gift... is getting to go shopping for what
i really want tomorrow. hmm what did i get- 180s, a 128mb
chip, a Columbia hoody, and a Knicks tie from my family. nick got
me donnie darko (omg!) and joe got me a dvd player (OMG!) and i have
yet to receive my other presents. if you have one of them please
comment with what it is. a pretty good haul this christmas.
my boxing day was arguably the best boxing day of all
time. i spent the whole day in the city with sherry, her sister,
her fiance (sherry's sister's fiance... not sherry's fiance. that
would be awkward), and her cousins) we saw the polar express at
imax. that was mega cool. we went to see the tree, the
windows and st. patrick's. fun and merriment was had by
all. thanks sherry. i love you baby! merry christmas
everyone!
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| aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!! i hate trimesters!! im in the mood for some
nice cold lemonade :(. first trimesters start tomorrow.
hopefully ill score better than a zero this time!!
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| whoo. yesterday was quite a day. a regular rollercoaster of
emotion. k heres what happened with emotional comments:
i woke up, and sherry called to tell me i couldnt see her that day cuz
she didnt have a ride to the mall (sad). then joe called and was
like, 'are we still going to the mall with sherry and her friends?'
...so we went anyway (happy) and got burbon chicken (very
happy). i got home and sat down to eat, and i decided to call rj
to see when we had to be at school for the concert, and it turned out
that i had to be in school at 7.15. at this time it was
7.45. (surprised) he told me later that he was telling
everyone the story of how i didnt know where my house RIGHT when i
called. how freaky? anyway, i got to school and did
everything i needed to do-get my tux, get my picc, change, etc.
(distressed) and i went into the cafeteria, cuz thats where
everyone was (slightly relieved). i walk in and mr anselmo calls
me over (gradually more distressed). he asks me why im late and
then notices that i havent shaved for a week, and i sit down thinking
im home free (at ease). then from across the cafeteria, mr
anselmo calls out "ramil, follow me," as hes walking into the
lockerroom (afraid!!) i follow him into the coaches office where
he presents me with an electric shaver that had to be at the very least
older than me (angry) and all he says is "plug it in and shave"
(furious, yet confused). before i could ask how, he walks
out of the room, and i try using it, but nothing happens. then i
notice that one side of the razor has a small side that looks like a
serated knife, and he tells me to use that. i put it on my face
(pain!) and i immediately start bleeding. then he goes "i think
you got some hair that time" (pissed off- i also got the first two
layers of skin) and when i was done i went into the bathroom to stop
the bleeding. (really angry). so the rest of the night was
pretty bad- i messed up both of my solos since my i have to put my
flute on the part of my face that was bleeding, and i was too mad to
concentrate- until sherry came. then i forgot all about
everything that happened earlier. thanks alot babe, i love you so
much.
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