I.... AM.... UPDATING. DUN DUN DUNN.
Went to DC the past two days. It was cool, man. 'Met' some kids from Georgia and Florida, and Pennsylvania or where ever. Global Campaign for Education. DON'T CALL ME A DORK. Okay, fine, go ahead, it's what I am, really. Uhh, took a lot of photos, mostly with people whom I don't know exist (even though I have a picture with them) and flashes (from cameras. Geeze.) from people I've never seen before in my life, and most likely will never see again. Ooh, took a tour of the Capital building, and that tour guide was cool man. Saw him again today, because he worked in Van Hollen's office. We met with Van Hollen and some lady who works with Mikulski (sp?). Walked a LOT. Anika was on MSNBC. I'll be in the Gazette (Kensington) sooner or later. I think.
Graduation. Er, okay, it wasn't a graduation. It was a sad excuse for a promotion-celebration thingy. They had music stuff, some piano thing. CELLOS. God, every time I see one, I feel like playing it, even though it'd be safe to say all I could make would be a scary screeching sound. I miss those things. *SIGH* Well, there were the normal speechies and poems. And a singing number. Which, uh. Er, no comment. I'm really not one to critisize one's singing talent. And then what a reception! Wow, mini powdered doughnuts and bottles of water. My god, could they have done any better?
Oh, but the dance. That was worth-while. Mira, who didn't go, missed a lot. Well, not a lot, but something fun. Except for that whole Danielle-and-everybody-else-ganging-up-on-me-to-rip-my-sweater-off-so-that-everyone-could-see-that-stupid-tank-of-mine-that-er-fits. GAGH. But it was fun.
Pool Party. I GOT FREAKING SUNBURN. I swear, I applied sunscreen. SPF15, but it's still sunscreen. And I DID reapply during the lunch break. Stupid stupid stupid. And my bathing suit is pink. And is a tankini, thank you very much. IT'S CALLED MODESTY, EVER HEAR OF IT???
AHHHHHH WE'RE DONE! DONE. DONE!!!!
FINALLY, SUMMER TIME. And man, it took long enough to get here. (But if I think about it too much, eighth grade feels like one of those weird dreams. Now that it's over, it doesn't really feel like I was ever IN eighth grade or something. Or like only half the year was there. The other half is some gian void of blankness. Weird. )