My first term paper of junior year is DONE. Thank GOD. I'm glad I worked on it during school because going to be early makes me a really happy person. My phone was blaring through the wee hours of the morning because all my friends were tweeting about how they were still up and suffering. I wouldn't want to be mean so I left them them alone. I'm always blogging in class, so here I am blogging in Tools…don't ask. lol. I'm trying to study some music for Camerata rehearsal. It's not working. Ugh. I'll be studying during lunch. Whoever Hans Leo Hassler is, I want to strangle you. You and Palestrina. They like to see the altos hard at work don't they? Oh well, it makes me a better musician…I hope. I'm in class with the mystery boy. Swear to god he makes me nervous. Like, one class is enough, but two is just asking for hell. Well it's more like heaven. He's really cute. God, I sound like a 12 year old girl, but he is SOOOO gorgeous…and he's tall. REALLY tall. I have a problem. He wouldn't like me. We're two different people. He's into athletics. I'm into music and theatre. He likes music, but not my favorite kind of music. I swear he's black (is that racist?) I mean he likes everything a stereotypical african american boy likes. The one thing he misses is liking THIS black girl.
:)
Kendall
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