a ten-minute dream in the passenger seat

After today, there are 27 school days left. 40 days (including weekends and days off) until graduation. 40. Forty. Four-tee.

Everyone was really antsy in chem today. That made me antsy, too. The nice weather is AMAZING, but not helping with the antsy-factor.

I need a job. >.<

And that is all I have to say.

Going to UW-Milwaukee wouldn't seem like a huge deal, but it was pretty fun. We MASH-ed and doodled on the way there, ate some gigantic slices of pizza, and played the crap out of our music. Our clinician, from UCLA, made me want to go to that college simply because he was so awesome.

I am going to miss band so much next year. It hit me really hard on the bus ride home, when everyone was just laughing and Mr. Gohr was saying things like, "One rule to live by: if everyone else is doing it, do it faster!" I will miss the band room and the comeraderie and the contests and the concerts, and even those dresses and marching band. Most of all, though, I will miss the band room and the family-like atmosphere that can be found there. Wind Ensemble has seriously allowed me to make it through high school with my sanity.


Cool March days put me on edge, anticipating the renewal that comes in Spring. I'm still confused as heck about this whole college deal, but I'm wondering if it's just last-semester-of-senior-year weirdness, and if it'll all clear up soon. I hope so.
I scraped an A out of Calc BC, by some act of the gods. What a way to end the day.
I need to talk to Mr. Jordan. Muy pronto. And figure out all those college visits and whatnot.


Whenever I catch myself wondering where all of this is leading, I have to stop and remember that, in some cases, that's not the important thing. The moment is what matters.

Howie Day is great for moments like this. ♥