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Act 80 Strikes Again

Yaaaaay! Only ½ day left of school before Spring Break!

Yes, the glorious Spring Break. To answer your #1 question--No, I am not going anywhere.
I know. I'm one of those lucky kids that gets to stay home with their crazy families. Figures, though. I get my first real break since Christmas, and once again I'm getting stuck home with...them. I dunno how I'll ever survive.


One way I might be able to make it is by reading all the books I just got. I mean, it will kind of suck to go through them that fast, but I also have 3 checkouts from my library AND some coming in from Access and the DCLS. So I'll pretty much be in Reader Heaven these next couple weeks.

I don't really have much to report on today, just thinking about Model in 2 weeks, the swiftly approaching summer, the average worries of every teenager as well...

I read an ad in the newspaper, and I'm thinking about joining a kick-boxing class. I'll let ya know how that goes.

Well laa-di-daa...nothing else to say but...PLAY BALL!!*

*I love baseball season--which has just started. XD

Comments

Emma said…
wait. i just saw that it IS a grey's reference. because you quoted addison forbes montgomery.
so YOU ARE THE COOLEST PERSON IN THE WORLD.
Alex said…
dude i did kickboxing for a really short time. it was AWESOME!!!! i wish i could take some more classes but as far as i know... no one wants to teach a snotty teenager how to beat the crap out of someone in my area.

huh...

but yeah rock on with the kickboxing!!!!

(jesus christ im rambling today!!!)

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