Well today was a long day right? I stayed up pretty late last night, so when my alarm clock went off at 7 this morning, I opted to hit the snooze button. Only I haven't quite gotten the hang on my new alarm clock yet, so I couldn't remember which button was my snooze button. I had a 50/50 chance. But I hit the off button instead. I woke up at 8:33, 13 minutes after honor band starts. I decided it would be best to not got to band and get in trouble, so I took my time getting ready, and studied for my German test. I was going to do the math homework I didn't do last night, but my internet was broken. Also, I broke my necklace. I thought it was going to be a very bad day. But actually it wasn't.

I went to the rest of school, and then just after 4th period, I found out I had sectionals! So I rushed home, grabbed some stuff I need, and ran out to hollywood then the grocery store. Then I was heading to school about 3:30 and I was actually just walking over to Nick's car to put a note on it, see, when I heard this bottle rolling across the parking lot. I turned to look, and out of no where this guy TACKLES ME! It was Nick. His teacher let him out of class early for no good reason. So we went to the bank, then to sectionals. And somewhere in there I ate some cookies and gave away some cookies, but I forgo them and left them at school. They'll be there overnight...

Sectionals were boring but short, so it's ok. Then Nick and I went shopping for his mom's birthday present, since her birthday is today. At the mall, this one guy said howdy to Nick. It was funny. And then free dinner at Boston Market because the sidekicks are such good players (playoff game tomorow night! I'm excited!!) Then we warmed up for years. Then our concert took a few more years. I'm 30 now, by the way.

My parents are out of town, and I like that. Mom is staying at the hotel where we're taking prom pictures, not senior pictures. She's on a retreat sort of thing with her red hat society club thing. And Dad is somewhere for a few nights, then he'll be home one night and then be gone for a few more. I don't really keep track anymore. I heard this thing on the radio this afternoon about families who are really rich that always go to lots of nice places and have nice things but never see one another and the kids raise themselves and are very independent, but when they grow up, they only think of themselves, just like their parents. I hope that doesn't happen to me.

P.S., you have 56 minutes left, according to my clock, to file your taxes. I would know, my dad's an accountant.