Jesus

Got home really late last night because I had to wait around while Cleo appeased a spastic parent.

Quick proposal-shaped thing:

For my senior showcase, I am looking to artistically interpret one of Shakespeare's sonnets.  These interpretations will be in all forms I know how to do, including acting, music, and dance.  I plan on hiring a director.  Chelsea will be my stage manager.  Beyond this, I do not believe I will need any other assistance.

ANd now off to school!   Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-!

Accomplishment and not

Okay, so I guess 100 for today.  Everyone except for me, Glenn, and Mike were either testing or at the PSA thingy, so there really wasn't too much to do.  But I didn't break anything, and I didn't get into trouble.  SO yes.

And I did not read tonight, although I have good reasons.
One, I had choir tonight.  First rehearsal ever with the orchestra!  It was REALLY COOL!
Second, I have literally spent all of the rest of my time this afternoon/evening/night transposing the fucking Star-Spangled Banner, since they can't seem to find anyone who can get to a fucking F.  And they insist on not letting us use one of our own, since I know Casey, Chelsea, and Scarlett could all do it.  SO yeah.  Going from B-flat to G has been rough, but I needed to do it, so I did that instead of reading.  Sorry.