i failed my math entrance exam. you have to understand: i never fail anything. i was in mourning for a week when i made a 92 in algebra 1 one six weeks. that's the lowest grade i've ever made in my life. now picture this lovely scenario. me going out to the mailbox like a normal american teen (with bright red hair) and opening an envelope adressed to me from my school of choice, which i will be attending in the fall. i made a freaking FIFTY-TWO! then bumped me back in science and math. i have to retake two subjects!! anyway, i'm trying to think of it as a blessing in disguise. i'm taking a special talented drama course and i'm in the top dance repertoire class, AKA the ballet theater. i'm also taking english honors, meaning i have to read eight novels and four shakespearean plays in a year. french honors is something else, too. plus, in my advanced dance and drama classes, i'm required to have so many performances, and it's like, this insanely large amount.

oh well. i'll stop bitching about school! i have fallen in love with mozart's "requiem." he wrote it after he was commissioned to write a mass for the dead, so it's like, really creepy. it eventually drove him insane, which is why it's unfinished. i heard it performed by an orchestra and this humongous choir and i love it. it's creepy. drew is lending me a copy of "amadeus," which my stepdad was in when i was little, but i don't remember. oh well. now i'm interested.

by the way, agh! i was puking my guts up all week. i almost forgot to mention that minute detail, but i'm sure you wanted to hear about my stunning digestive pyrotechnics. anyway, i lost like 15 pounds, which is not good for me. i'm about to shrivel up and die. i still have three shows this weekend. yesterday, at a church service, though, i took holy communion and actually held it down! yay!

well, this is getting really long so i'll leave you with this: in charlie's angels, after drew barrymore promises she'll kick all these guys' butts with her hands tied behind her back and she'll moonwalk out of the room, she keeps her promise, with the exception of one thing: the thing she does when she exits is NOT a moonwalk! it looks more like something from a scene depicting medival merriment where a dwarf is clogging for the king. now that's something to ponder. i'm not going to stop asking until i get an answer.

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The counter keeps breaking and pissing me off, so NO MORE COUNTER! Mwahaha!