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Theresa Reeves. 17 year old junior at Westmoore High School. In the Marching Band. Made 5th place at OBA with Gazebo Dances, our Symphonic Band made SWEEPSTAKES. Loves music - emo, adult alternative, R&B and jazz. Percussionist in training.
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  • I'm such and idiot
    ...written on March 03, 2005, @ 21:04

    and I felt so smart because I beat all the asians

    I went to sleep at 10:30 last night because this Biography on Sylvester Stalone was on and Crossing Jordan didn't come on. I felt a little bit better this morning, not as tired. Maybe I should get to sleep earlier?

    I had half of a roast beef sandwitch, you know the ones you get at the commissary or wal-mart? Yeah I ate that for breakfast because there is NOTHING for me to eat in this house. I mean there's food, but you have to make something that I don't have time to do that in the morning.

    While I'm walking through the "band" hall I see Kendall coming towards me and I didn't look at him like I usually do becaues I was thinking about what I had to study for anatomy, but when he got right next to me he goes, "Hey Theresa." I was SHOCKED! It's usually me who's like, "Heeeeey Kendall!" So I was like, "Hi." I'm slowly, but surely turning him, soon he'll be asking me out. Hahahaha! Anyway I walk in there and Mr. Smith is like, "Mrs. Bellows is taking the clarinets into the chior room." I was a little mad because it's NOT ME, I know my freaking part. But anyway Jessica and I are like, "Ok, we'll go put our stuff in there." So we get over there and I'm like, "Man, there's Jesus People in there." There's this group of "churchy" people who do whatever they do in there and I call them Jesus People. Mr. Smith heard me and just started laughing at me. Well...what do you want me to call them? I asked him about our show next year because he was PRETENDING to read this pamphlet on drill writters and listening to a show. So I'm pretty sure we're doing a spanish show. I was informed that Red Cape was Latin American, NOT Spanish. So we finally get in there and we start playing, there are only 13 of us in there so it's real easy to pick out the sucky ones - MEGAN! Everytime she went down the row it was Megan who sounded like shit, she did her runs worse than Diana - she's second to last chair! I'm going to ask Mr. Smith tomorrow what we would have to play for our challenge because I don't want Megan up there making our sound bad.

    We graded our packets in anatomy and I missed 17, I got a 82/99. The heart is hard, that is why I do NOT want to be a cardiologist. Then I just sat there and read over my notes because Stacey and Hang were using my colored pencils. I didn't mind, I'd get to use them when I got home.

    History was blah. I actually like Ian and John now, they're kind of funny. They just start saying lines from movies out of no where, funny thing I know exactly what movie it is. Mr. Pennington gave us Section One of Chapter 9 and it's a LONG section review. I hate the long ones, but I seem to be writting smaller. Psychology was fun, like always. Addison and I were talking and he has an audition for tuba in like two days and he hasn't practiced. I hope that he makes it. Tiffany was going to put make up on him, but we watched yet another movie. It was kind of funny, yet sad, because these people with Morphic Body Disorder would obsess over facial hair.

    At lunch they had Scene It, that new game where you shout out the answer to all these movie questions. Man I was dominating. I was going to go up there and start "playing", but I wouldn't have gotten anything out of it. I think I'm going to go buy it and we can play it on the bus to Podunk, Oklahoma during contest season.

    Found out that I made a PERFECT score on my Eyes test. I was so freaking happy, I beat Long and I READ the book! Although he still made a 90 without reading past chapter one, biotch! I missed only four on my grammer packet, I was like, "Aren't you proud of me Billy?" He's like, "Oh yes, very proud." We're getting close, but soon we'll have a different seating chart.

    Jessica wasn't here because she had a dentist appointment, it was ok because we were in groups. I hope I don't fail our quiz tomorrow, I'm not sure how to graph these stupid equations. Eh, well. I'll settle for a 42/50. We had a new temporary bus driver and she was cool, we were making fun of this guy's BRIGHT - I mean bright, like put the sun out of business bright - shirt she was righ there laughing at it.

    I get home and Erika and her little friend are there. Soon they leave and I'm stuck having to empty the dishwasher, like ALWAYS. Well I finished and I was bored and didn't feel like starting on my homework so I looked in this bag, knowing that it was Erika's, in MY chair. I looked in her planner and tell me, why do you have to write down, "I HAVE SEX TONIGHT!!" I don't understand. Then I read her little notebook thing talking about how she got drunk, smoked, then had sex. Ok, and my parents let HER do whatever she wants? I read something in there about moving to Italy, telling you right now I am NOT moving. I have an obligation to my section. Not like I hate it over there, we just got here. I'll keep you posted on that.

    Dad called while I was doing my work. He was like, "Why didn't you answer your phone?" I told him I had it on silent because I don't like to hear the phone ring at early hours of the morning. He was like, "Oh I'll fix that." Whatever. Mom got me some Sonic, a chili dog with tots. YUM! It was good, then while I was on my LAST color plate dad gave me my ACT Score. Man, I got a 22. I feel like a freaking idiot! I read it and it's like 20-23: Top 50% of your class. WHAT?! That makes me feel like I don't try hard enough. So I'm making my dad register me for the next one in April and I'm going to get a book so I can study I plan to make a 27 on the next one, I hope!

    Maile's birthday is on friday - NEXT friday - and I'm supposed to be going to bricktown with her and whoever else for her birthday. I have to get her something and I was thinking about stuff for her car, like a steering wheel cover and stuff like that, but I don't know. We'll see I'll have to steal the "beast" and go out this weekend.

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    Theresa

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