Dogs Don’t Wear Hats

Cue to sigh of relief. Got 100% on science project. Bring on the bio now that physics is officially over! So now that the energy conversion machine nightmare is over, a lot of my stress has gone. Although, I still have enough of it to wake up and say ‘arg.’

Info pro is sliding quickly down the hill of earthshatteringly-boringitude. Spreadsheets is going to last another few weeks, and I don’t even know what torture is after that. Aman, Geoff and Jared keep me sane in that class. ‘Listen, people. Dogs don’t wear hats. They just don’t.’ Interesting, isn’t it, how the weather went from resentfully snowy to wonderfully warm in three days? Last week this time my bus had gotten stuck on the hill, that’s how much snow there was. Today I thought I was going to get heat stroke in double gym. Softball. Hehe! Ardita is so funny! Awesome accent.

Ardita: I hope Mr. Elzinga doesn’t make us run.
Colette: He probably will. It is gym class, after all.
Natashka: Don’t worry, you’ll live.
Ardita: Well I know I’ll live, but how will my life be afterwards?!

I’ve basically gotten used to being the only Birdgirl at rehearsals. And now that I know that God-forsaken dance, ‘How Lucky You Are’, it’s not so bad. Just offhand: Those drama blocks are scary! Feel like I’m gonna fall off of ’em at the recital. Eeep!