Four Days of Nothing

I think I told myself when I started blogging, the day after my birthday (three weeks ago Friday) that I would do it every day. It would just be a random cluster of thoughts, in the form of essays or journal entries or whatever. I apparently need to work on this, because all of these thoughts are going through my head, and I have no time to write them down, or when I get around to it my mind draws a blank. So today, while I am supposed to be in bed, I will tell you about my four day weekend.

You probably don't, but I have Thursday and Friday off this week because of conferences. Is this good? Yes. The answer is that it is one of the best things that has happened for a really long time, because I am just sick of school at the moment. I really do enjoy school, learning, and seeing my friends. I'm even doing a report on Elizabeth Tudor right now, who I wrote four pages of notes of strictly from my previous knowledge (that's why I wanted to do a report on her). But there are so many things in school that I could do without. The same thing every day, the debates my two extrememly stubborn friends get into that go NOWHERE, and, of course, the growing stress of dance that piles on top of everything. At the end of April, I will be playing with another youth orchestra on stage in front of both the public and a bunch of second graders. A few days after that, I'm going to be at competition with my band, and then the Loyalty Day's Parade on the 4th, marching in the front row for my first marching event ever. And on the 18th, in almost exactly a month, I will play the Bach Double Concerto, which isn't that hard but still requires work, at yet another concert. So that is why I don't have time for school right now. Did I mention that I dance almost six hours a week now?

Another thing is that tomorrow is David Tennant's birthday, and my friend and I have literally been noting the 18th of every month since September. Yes, I know it's weird, but you have to realize that she's the one with the David Tennant neckalce and the trench coat, not me. To celebrate, though, we will walk to a restaurant downtown (I live in a small town) and play PacMan, and then go watch the Decoy Bride for some reason. And then sometime in the middle of that I'll go to another violin lesson with my duet partner and then come back and go to a writing contest awards thingie at the library in the town south of here. I'm crossing my fingers for that one.

But after that, I really do plan to do nothing. That won't happen, I know. I'll end up cleaning the bathroom and doing homework and other chores and eventually going back to school, but at least I have the idea now that I'll do nothing. You know that feeling you get when you think about how great things are going and how much you love life and you just want to smile beacuse everything's going to be all right? Well, it won't neccessarily be, but there's nothing wrong with thinking that for awhile. You never know what might happen next.

P.S. Sorry to bother you with all of my ranting about life and rambling on about things that really have no point in anything whatsoever.