March 30, 2004
This Is Not A Blast From The Past

Yesterday we had our long composition MCAS about heroism and it was dumb except that I rule.

I command you to attend the spring band concert at Memorial Hall on April 13, probs at 7 PM.

I went home early today because I felt sick and I'm sort of disappointed because I like wearing my Armor For Sleep shirt. But I only got to wear it for a few periods. And now I have to wear something else tomorrow and be uncomfortable, when I wish I could wear this shirt forever. These are the things that matter.

Eric is doing the Wizard of Oz again this spring. And I'm like, you already did this like two years ago. I remember because Steph was the scarecrow and she forgot a few lines during her song and I always liked the way the scarecrow had trouble standing up, being that he's made of straw and all.

This summer I don't know what plays there will be but they had better be good porque I love acting.

My mom goes through my buddy list and reads everyone's profiles. I know this because I have this OCD type thing where the very top category--traditionally Buddies but I switched it to I Like You--must be highlighted. I will double-click someone's name, and then quickly scroll back up and click I Like You. I'm so bothered if it's not like that. So sometimes I'll come back from being away and it will be scrolled down halfway and Pat's screen name will be highlighted. Then I check the recently-viewed screen names and it's like everyone. It drives me crazy. The point is, she was reading mine once outloud: "eating smores pork i love smores and we stole them from the charlie horse?" She didn't take Spanish, so she didn't know what porque was. She did take S'mores from the charlie horse. I proceeded to reprimand her for reading my buddy list.

No one reads my diary.

This is just one big itchy arm.

I have no choice but to be the saxophone section leader these next two years. Ryan's graduating and moving on to bigger and better things, so I guess it's up to me. Though Laura is the next oldest, I've never heard her say a word, so I doubt she's applying. I'm sure Dan would have taken the position, were he not the drum major. And I will not have a freshman bossing me around. Unless it was Nick; I wish he would be section leader, but I guess he's going for sophomore rep. I don't know what they do. Barry's been threatening me since last year that I had better be a section leader or else. He thinks that Ryan just beat me out this year, but truth be told, I never even applied. Yesterday he said, "You are going to be section leader. If you don't apply, I will have you appointed." Dan has this master plan to have the saxophone's take over the world/band. Dan is senior drum major. He suggested I go for junior drum major. Then Nick can be sophomore rep. Then someone can go for secretary. Then before you know it we're everywhere! Except I'm not applying for drum major, sorry bro.

I've been taking care to notice the things I do too much. Such as the buddy list thing. Also, when I am signing off a computer, I cannot leave until I do the following: click the uppermost-leftest icon on the desktop; click the center of the background; click the start bar but NOT the start button; leave thr cursor over the start bar and then I can go. I set and reset my alarm about nine times every night, all very rapidly. Then I read. Then I set and reset it again only about four times, so as not to jinx it, even though that adds up to thirteen. Cracks in the street are very important. The left foot always has to hit a crack, not the right foot, heavens no. I am obsessed with stairs. It's gotten to the point that I can look at a staircase quickly and know what foot to start on in order to hit the top step on the right foot. I don't think you understand. I always NEED to hit the top step on my right foot. Need to. If I misjudge, I will stop where I am and reconfigure myself. For my staircase at home leading upstairs, I know that I must start on my right foot. (By start I mean the ground floor.) I told Robert about it and he said I've really got it down pat, especially since I don't even think about it.

Whatever Mr. Trump says is true, or he's convinced that is so. If he says the golf course he's building is going to be the best in the world, it will be. I really love the Apprentice. I really love Bill, actually. I've got a huge crush on Bill.

I don't remember anything I've written and for that I am thankful.

- Molly{8:24 pm}

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