If I were in Cuba, it would be about 8:30 PM, right now. I wonder what everyone is doing.
School isn't THAT different with all the choir kids gone. I thought that it would be like... I don't know. I half pictured a Western movie. You know, with desert wastelands and tumbleweeds. But instead of a desert wasteland, I just imagined a lot of grey tile. And instead of tumbleweeds, wads of paper. School actually feels mostly the same.
... Minus the seven AM chamber practices and after-school concert practices. I think that I could live without those for a while.
Last Saturday, I finally went fabric shopping for my grad dress. Now, I can say that I have something done for grad! Yay.
My mom also took me for another driving lesson (she gave up after eight minutes the first time) last weekend. This time she lasted a whole fifteen minutes! She says that I drive too recklessly.
"Do you WANT to die?!"
...Uh, no! Geez. All driving lessons are being forced upon my dad, now, though.
