If you trip, you fall. Sometimes.

 I mean, nobody who tripped at school today fell, but I fell when my (arch-enemy?) friend Raymond jumped out from behind a door and gave me a mini heart attack, making me fall on the floor and drop my binder. I didn't want to get up afterwards. I felt safer on the floor.
 I was also tripped by a chair - today was just not my day. When I told my harp teacher, Jara, about it, she said she wouldn't trust me to move my harp to the string rehearsal room. Hmph.
 Rehearsal also went well. I mean, I messed up a couple times, but so did Emily (other harpist) and would it be cruel to say that it made me feel better?

Thrice do I fail

 Today at school, I was trying to figure out what day the 12 of April is with Zoe. The only clue I had was that the seventh was a Saturday. So, first I said, "The seventh is the fourteenth." Then, I said, "Saturday is a Sunday." Oh god. I finally figured out that the 12 was a Thursday...I think.

 At lunch, my other best friend, Sean, was eating a cracker, and I said, "Eat, Sean! Devour that cookie!"

 Wow. I'm a case, aren't I?

 Aaaaaanyways. School went well. I was so bored/cold in science, though, so Zoe and I were passing a little tiny slip of lined paper back and forth.

 Oh well. I guess I have to deal with it. :)

Wiffleball is harder than one might think...

Especially on windy days.

And, of course, it's always amusing playing with a bunch of seventh-graders, most of whom happen to fail at wiffleball. I do. My best friend Zoe does. But at least I tried and failed. She just failed.

I'm absolutely sick of riding in the car. From home, where I was comfortably situated watching "The Devil is a Sissy," to Portland, to my dance class in Westbrook, then Acton, where my mom's pet-sitting some really amazing (and a not-so-amazing parrot) dogs & cats. 

We also  watched "Hugo," and I swear that book/movie was made for me. So many silent movie clips/stuff with that movie. I mean, Harold Lloyd, Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton, Rudolph Valentino....it was just amazing. AMAZING.

That's about it. I'm gonna turn in now to read Catching Fire, at last.

Accomplishments and failures...

Though I'm sure my life is as dull as a hill of beans, I, nevertheless, feel the need to express myself, not only through poetry, but through a blog. Actually, this blog was more of a joint-affair thing. My friend and I made each other make a blog about life. I, for lack of a life-relating title, leaned towards my love of classic movies. My friend, on the other hand, felt inclined to lean towards the video game, "Pikmin," and her blog can be found at http://theres-a-louie-in-my-pants.blogspot.com/

Don't ask where that name came from, and she won't tell. Trust me, you don't even want to know.

I'm sure you must be wondering what this post title even means. Well, to be honest, it means I finished two projects in school today, and failed one quiz. Actually, I haven't got the results back yet, but I know I failed.

Still, a 2 to 1 ratio seems....pretty good for a days work, don't you agree?

Tomorrow's the big assembly, where all the, er, students get their "awards" for the second trimester. I'm still wondering if I'll get anything, but I doubt it.

I doubt it.......