"I think it's a sin to sit down and let your life go, without making a try for it."

So.. Sunday night, I got angry.  I don't typically get angry unless I have a real good reason.  I couldn't sleep.  I went and took my Music Theory exam Monday morning on no sleep.  Now granted it wasn't really all too hard and I had no problem waking up because I never slept.  Everything was grand until we got to the sight-singing.  I sat down, attempted to sing the first melody and massacred it.  AFter realizing how bad it was I thought to myself, "Damn."  Oh wait.  I actually said that.  Into the microphone.  That's on my recording.  But you know what college board?  That one's for you.  Then I rocked the second one.

Last night.  Sarah and Jennifer helped me figure out where to go after prom, and I came up with a compromise that suits me just perfectly.  I called Michael to tell him my plan.  He didn't pick up.  I called him about every half hour, mainly because it was a better alternative than studying for enviro.  I left several messages the last one said, just don't call after ten.  I fell asleep.  Ten thirty my phone rings.  I wake up, ans get to explain my plan to Michael.  CAse in point: 1) If someone leaves a message, listen to it.  2) Elizabeth Golden, cut off your phone before you fall asleep.

This morning: Enviro exam.  Was pretty easy.  Michelle and I spent all three lunches together.  I told her my stories of late.  WE talked about our disappointments in Senior Year.  It's funny how I got everything I wanted this year, and somehow I enjoyed last year way more.  I dunno.  Last year was so carefree.  And then everybody changed.  I just feel like I'm in such a minority.  But that's because I am.  It's weird to feel excluded in a crowd of people.

Now, I am super tired.  I can't really sleep.  I'm not much of one for mid-afternoon naps.  We have a baccalaureate meeting.  I don't really know where it's at.  Somewhere in Austin's naighborhood.  That's about all I remember from Sarah directions.  I just wish this week would hurry up.  What like nine days of school left now?  Oh man.  It couldn't end soon enough.  Okay, well maybe I can wait.  WAit for one more BFG's concert, wait for prom (which I guess I semi-want to go to maybe a little bit now), wait for CArmen Electra, wait for this job interview that I am excited about on Friday (heck yes, I'll work twenty hours a week for nine bucks an hour.  Sounds amazing!), so I guess I can wait.  Just the past two days have been torture.