in the words of the Beautiful Marybeth Verchot:

IhateMessiahpracticeIhateMessiahpracticeIhateMessiahpracticeIhateMessiahpractice
IhateMessiahpracticeIhateMessiahpracticeIhateMessiahpracticeIhateMessiahpractice
IhateMessiahpracticeIhateMessiahpracticeIhateMessiahpracticeIhateMessiahpractice
IhateMessiahpracticeIhateMessiahpracticeIhateMessiahpracticeIhateMessiahpractice

also, it was perhaps not so bad today, even though I fell asleep when the orchestra was practicing. I need sleep. I've lost my energy kick, and I think I know why. EARLY BEDTIMES.

FINAL FINAL TOMORROW. Hurray! and then a party. I love parties! Drinks all around! (well, if you don't get the pirate reference, it's okay. He was talking about weddings though.)

ummmmm....oreo's for dinner ! yay! ...i smell like subway. ew.