...'cause that's what you're getting in this entry.
What a soggy, soggy day. It's been raining off and on for the past day and a half. But I like it. Most of my friends don't, but whatever. I enjoy it. This type of weather makes me believe that it's finally fall, which means fuzzy scarves and hats and boots and hot chocolate and pumpkin pie.
Went to an away football game with two of my good friends. We cleaned house. 60-28. I honestly thought the game was going to be closer than that. Guess not...Next week's game should be exciting, then. (Side note: the game took place in one of coolest stadiums I've ever been in. It was set up like an amphitheater, built into the hillside looking over the water. If it was a) not raining and b) not dark, it would've been one of the coolest views ever. There were big concrete steps all the way to the field., giving it kind of a Gladiator-esque feel to the occasion. Except they were a pain in the butt trying to climb up. I made the fatal mistake of leaving my rain jacket in the car and having to hike up the entirety of the stadium, four flights of stairs to get to street level, and one flight of stairs in the parking garage to get back to the car. Not gonna lie, I was sweating pretty hard by the time I got back to my seat. The school itself also looks like Hogwarts. No, I'm not joking.
After this night, I will be forever called the 'asthmatic band kid'. My friends love me.)
Watching "The Prince of Egypt" right now, since I've been so obsessed with the music from it lately. I love this movie, honestly. I've never been a particularly religious person (even though I was raised Catholic and went to Sunday School), but this movie kind of makes me believe in something that really is bigger than all of us, and I attribute that to the story-telling and the music. (You guys'll figure out that I attribute a lot of things to music.) It's something that touches your spirit, whether or not you actually believe in God or Allah or the Flying Green Spaghetti Monster. And I think that's what counts the most.
I'm going to a study party tomorrow at one of my friends's house, to, hopefully, study for our U.S. Government/Politics test that we have on Monday. Sad thing is we'll actually study...I want to do well. Our teacher wants us to do well. I like how our teacher teaches this class. She gives us facts and information, but then she makes sure we have a way to get it cemented into our brains (last week she had us remember a 19th-century court case by remembering the sound old ferry boats made...*gib-gib-gib-gib-gib-gib*), and she really encourages study groups and offers to host study sessions at our local Starbucks. And even at her house. You must really want your students to succeed if you are willing to let them into your house. Especially high school students.
Didn't mean to ramble and skip around a lot tonight. I feel like I haven't written very substantial entries lately, so I'm making up for it. My apologizes for the schizophrenic nature of this entry. Deal with it.
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