wam drinks make you kinder

you confuse me sometimes.
That's a nice beginning to a post, isn't it?
I came home from babysitting not too long ago, and I watched two of the BEST MOVIES EVER! Well, kind of. It's all opinions, I guess. The movie that I watched with the girls was The Parent Trap. The one with Lindsay Lohan. I can recite plenty of the lines from the movie, and I just love it to pieces. After they were put to bed, I had a few hours to kill, so I watched Harriet the Spy. I brought it with me, planning ahead. THE VHS!


I have a song stuck in my head. It just keeps playing on repeat. It was okay the first time, but after about 67 times, I'm a bit sick of it. It's a good song though, Transylvania Mania from Young Frankenstein.

I've been doing some thinking lately(lately? What? Shouldn't I say I was thinking the other day? Because I'm always thinking. So that statement clearly doesn't work out in this situation), and

1-I want coloured skinny jeans

2-I think I'm going to order a dance picture this year

3-I need some HP merch.

That isn't all I was thinking about, of course. This school year has just started two months ago, and it already feels like a very long time. I have so much to look forward to, and my classes don't completely put me in rage..yet. Just kidding. Currently I am taking: Phys Ed, Pre Cal, Computer Multimedia, Geo, Choir, Vocal Jazz and Chamber Choir. I'm also in the school musical, and I was going to join the improv team(sorry) but I don't think I'm good enough to be on it yet, and besides, I have enough on my plate. I don't want improv overlapping anything, especially my carrot sticks.

It just feels like I'm so much older than before, and so much more mature. Well, not really, but I definetely feel like a changed person, in a way. I guess love does that to you. You know, I think I'm in love.

NOT.

Oh man. No way. Not yet. Maybe not ever, who knows? But, back to my topic. I think that I'm different somehow. Last year, we all wrote a letter to ourselves. We are going to get it back in our last year of high school at some point. The big thing about it is that we are supposed to forget about it, and get a happy suprise when we recive it. I can't really forget about it though. I remember writing in it that I probably won't have a boyfriend by grade 12. I also remember calling myself something funny..I just don't remember the exact term at the moment. Looking back, I wish I wrote better things. If I write it and keep it in my room, it won't be the same. I don't want to give it to anyone, I need to do one of those things where you can send an email and have a set date for it to be sent. That is a master plan. Almost as good as that one plan to write a musical..

I just realized that I have a practice tomorrow. Oh boy! I don't know if I'll be going. It is on the other side of the city, and I don't have a way of getting there, besides bus, of course. Hmm. I haven't been on twitter in a while. Sorry. Wait, why am I apologizing? No one reads this anyways. All of a sudden I feel very stupid. As if I'm talking to myself. As I type this, I am saying the words in my head, and they sound quite stupid to me. Rhombus. Haha, that sounded funny in my head...MOVING ON! I really don't have anything to say. Sorry, again..Check out the post below for the November playlist! Yay!

Time is making fools of us again,

Erin