But It Doesn’t, Really

Hee! The bus got stuck on the hill on the way to school for twenty minutes this morning, making us about that late for school. For those not in this God-forsaken city, we got thirty inches of snow last night. In May. In May!! There was only about half the school present, but we still did work in science and social. Free day in gym, I was so happy! Just like elementary. On the way home, Vee and I wrote our own Christmas carols.

Dashing over the sidewalk,
Freezing off our butts,
Running for the bus,
Which is leaving right now,

Uh oh, that’s no good,
Our bus just got stuck.
We’d better get moving real soon
Or we’ll be outta luck

Scientists, scientists,
You should come live here!
Speaking all your whiney lies,
Global warming— uh, yeah right!

Sliding down the hill,
Plummeting to our death,
Putting the brakes on, …
Ooops, we ran over Tom!

Isn’t that a little morbid?
What, running over Tom?
Yeah.
It’s his own fault. If his name didn’t rhyme with on, he’d still be alive.
But it doesn’t, really. And since when do our songs rhyme?
Oh, yeah…

Ahh! I was the only Birdgirl at rehearsals tonight. Eeeeek!! I thought I was going to die. Acting like a painfully stupid, superficial ditz with other people is one thing. Acting like one on your own when you’re the only one on stage is another. And arg. I don’t know ‘How Lucky You Are.’ At all! Amanda even went over it with me, personally, and I’m still drawing the hugest blank when it comes to that dance. If left up to me, I’d walk straight off the stage after ‘All For You’ and walk straight back on for the trial scene.

When I got home from the dang rehearsal:

Mom: Are you hungry?
Colette: Nope, I had pizza before going.
Mom: You know we have chips, the Costco ones, in the basement.
Mike: Yeah, those stupid Planet Lunch things. They should change the commercial to, “Wow, I got four chips in my lunch!!” Honestly.