Good day today, full of breathing room and mind massagers. Paul, Mason, Kris and I were all nominated for winter courts king and queen. Pretty cool I guess. Kris and I have decided to step down and be PR's for Paulie though because he was also nominated for HC--it's his turn. Besides that good news, Mrs. Hanley went bizerky over my video project. In fact, the whole class was wowed and that made all the frustration and cursings I went through to make the damned thing, worth while. Handbell rehearsal was fun--I'm shocked at the number of people interested in hand bells. I think that's all about today and if I'm forgetting something it's because I'm getting to focused in on tomorrow and Friday. SOOO much going on!! Tomorrow: rehearsal (I think), dance lesson at 4:30, Multiculteral concert at 6:30, a performance in band and theatre. And then hw after that. Friday: Marching band thing at 5 in the morning, Flute choir after school, rehearsal (I'm sure), and something else I can't remember. Saturday: Cotillion pictures, bridal show, dinner at Jackie's. And that's as far as I can handle right now. On an entirely different note, I neglected my duties as a dedicated students and returned to the form of a dedicated artist--I wrote tonight. I made some progress in Amelia, a love story comedy with bubbly british accents and lots of confusion. I think. I've only gotten into about the middle of scene two, act 1, and I'm writing this my old fashioned way, which means i have no plans, outlines, or in-depth ideas of where the story is going. I've decided that planning and mapping leads me to dead-ends, so instead of trying to throw reins around a story, I'm letting the story take hold of me and I'll just be the servant to the voices. Anyways, if nothing but a flop, I'd love to read it with somebody just for the humor. (At the same time, I'm afraid it's not funny at all except to me, in which case I'll be quite embarrassed). ANYWAYS. Have to be at school at 7 tomorrow to practice walking into the gym for the assembly...(*rolls eyes*) winter courts. I'm exhausted, my mind is speaking a mile a minute and...sleep. Carrie