Dear Diary, Okay. So here's the deal. I have 20 attendance points. Which means I need to do 20 hours of restoration to get rid of my two AI's. And if I don't get rid of them (or at least one) by the end of April, I don't get to be in competition drama. Which means I'll fail the class! So. I really have to make them up fast... and not get any more points, either. Anyway, so for awhile I'm going to spend lunches and after school some days trying to get this taken care of. Joy, isn't it? But I need to go talk to my art teacher, because last tri she said she'd give me, like, 6 hours of restoration. Anyway... my audtions went fairly well today. The play takes place in Texas, yet not many people attempted an accent. I thought I did fairly well, except it may have been just plain southern and not Texan. Oh well. Kudos for trying? The audition went way better than my singing one last week. Not that that one was horrible... I just cried a lot. Before it, I mean. Like three or four times. I was so frustrated with drama... My mom called Wharton. She thinks it went well. All I want is to not feel like Wharton hates me. So hopefully it'll be better. Yesterday I gave a lesson in church. I didn't really want to. It's been so hard for me to go to church lately. I don't know why; I can't figure it out. Last year, everything was so hard, I started not going as often. And now, even though things are a little easier, going to church isn't. Anyway, my mom and sister and I had a huge fight about it... but it turned out okay. Sort of. And my lesson wasn't too terrible. Tomorrow drama is going down to SLC to see Little Women! I'm excited. Especially because we're school! Ha ha! Sweet. Tomorrow morning the list will be posted for the variety show and the competition play... scary!!! Oh last night there was a fireside by Rachael Ann Nunes, an author. It was pretty cool. I really want to write a book one day... I'm really bored. I hope lunch gets out soon... I don't know if I can do this everyday. There's not THAT much stuff to do on the computer. Sigh. Boringness. Love, Lisa Ann