babes. i dont post real posts anymore, and thats sad. so im going to try really hard to give my lovelies a nice, lengthy, and heck, maybe even interesting post this time. now, whether or not that will actually HAPPEN-- well, lets just cross that bridge when we get to it, shall we?

first thing. heres my classes next year, as far as i know:
geometry
clue
biology (uhg)
gym
latin I
choir
i wasnt going to take choir. i was going to take theatre all four years, but i have OOV and i MIGHT get CT back one day, plus i can still be in drama without taking theatre. also, if i dont make novus ill have no choir whatsoever, and i tried that last year. it was a miserable failure. reading? as a CLASS? *shudder* but art was okay. anyway. moving right along.

this weekend i have to do ubermucho (YES! two languages in one word!) work ahead cause of dallas and DC. i was talking to recycled about the trips and he said he didnt know about dallas but washington sounded like fun. really though, im looking SO forward to dallas it doesnt even resemble funny. seriously, hannah, its in like FOUR DAYS. thats acidic. i need to pack sunday, there wont be time any later.

next: AAAAAH! PRODUCERS! YAAAAY! im happy that next week will be the beginning of such goodness. i only hope i can deal with monday and tuesday at school without exploding. i bet i will. explode. i plan to do monday/tuesdays math tomorrow so i can just chill out after school. o tomorrow. it will be a busy day. but i get a very extended break for rehearsal and the BUST A MOO movie with smurfs of joy. i hope duncan comes. god i dont see her enough. or em. and its sad. i miss my smurfs so freaking hard it doesnt even resemble funny. but duncan most, and em, because ive got lucky thank god rehearing with kathryn and hattie. i miss emma too. and amanda. and sean and anna hasenmueller and lauren reed and mikayla freaking thrash from lakeshore. and ethan. and percy. and ms ward. o reminisce with me. come on and do it already. lets have a nap and dream. and rachel and kristen. i know they go to my school but theyre bloody pacesetters and rachel never talks anymore and i CANT EVER GO HOME WITH KRISTEN because morgan comes home with me every day but fridays and i ADORE morgan but i need my afternoons for kristentime.

that paragraph was supposed to be happy. i swear.

after dallas theres the recupe skitteryday and then washington, which i highly doubt will be as great as dallas but will have one asset that dallas lacks, and that is evan, whom i adore but, contrary to popular belief, do not like "that way," though he is good looking. so not the point. i do wish his parents had let him go to dallas though. o well. i am ever in the awaiting of the busch gardens.

GET THIS. back from washington, THREE WEEKS of school left, and one of them is bbq week. my favorite week ever. im so excited. i want to bring all my friends. when is the our grade picnic? now that i would REALLY like to know. we get three, count em, THREE whole days of non uniforms this year. spring pics, literarymcthing, and the picnic. at least i dont thing we have to wear em for that. o yes, because i remember on picnic day last year whitney had on overalls. i swear. i would make SUCH a good stalker. then matt zilch and i would be working for the SAME GUY, cause you KNOW hes gunna be a rapist. thats right. rapists have employers, theyre just subtle. keep that on tha downlow. lowdown. hodown! PUT THE HO ON THE UPBEAT.