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enamouredBecause everyone else is doing it:
Go to yousendit.com and send me a song! [at islikeasong at sbcglobal.net] I'm always up for hearing something interesting and different.
Well, I may have some possible extracurriculars. Everyone be proud of me. The paper is looking for staffers, so next week I'll check that meeting out. But the organization I'm MOST interested in is the League of Fencers. You read right: fencers. I have wanted to try fencing for, like, FOREVER. That meeting's on Wednesday. Squee. I have an overwhelming desire to pretend to be Zorro. And maybe if I get good enough, I'll have a reason (besides photography) to go to the Beijing Olympics (ah to the haha!).
I went and got my pictures from San Antonio/Independence Day/the Degrassi signing developed at Target. I saved a lot of money on them (I had a coupon for 20 free prints; if I hadn't had that I would've had to pay $10), but I'm sad that my sole picture of Daniel Clark is extremely out of focus. Sniff. However, almost everything else was in focus. Mrs. Tomlinson would've been proud. But, most importantly, I found a scrapbook! And it was only $10! Squee squared.
I'm worried about my mom. She's been complaining about a headache for a few days now. I'm worried it's something bad, even though she's had spells like this before. Ugh. I'm too scared to tell her about my varying suspicions about the cause of her headaches, but... too scared. Don't know what to do. I just need a hug. And I want Mom home.
[I made a slight funny in the subject line. Hahahaha.]
Go to yousendit.com and send me a song! [at islikeasong at sbcglobal.net] I'm always up for hearing something interesting and different.
Well, I may have some possible extracurriculars. Everyone be proud of me. The paper is looking for staffers, so next week I'll check that meeting out. But the organization I'm MOST interested in is the League of Fencers. You read right: fencers. I have wanted to try fencing for, like, FOREVER. That meeting's on Wednesday. Squee. I have an overwhelming desire to pretend to be Zorro. And maybe if I get good enough, I'll have a reason (besides photography) to go to the Beijing Olympics (ah to the haha!).
I went and got my pictures from San Antonio/Independence Day/the Degrassi signing developed at Target. I saved a lot of money on them (I had a coupon for 20 free prints; if I hadn't had that I would've had to pay $10), but I'm sad that my sole picture of Daniel Clark is extremely out of focus. Sniff. However, almost everything else was in focus. Mrs. Tomlinson would've been proud. But, most importantly, I found a scrapbook! And it was only $10! Squee squared.
I'm worried about my mom. She's been complaining about a headache for a few days now. I'm worried it's something bad, even though she's had spells like this before. Ugh. I'm too scared to tell her about my varying suspicions about the cause of her headaches, but... too scared. Don't know what to do. I just need a hug. And I want Mom home.
[I made a slight funny in the subject line. Hahahaha.]
