lapetitballerina

So... It's January 1, 2010. Resolution: be nicer (same as last year's, but that didn't help much)

Tomorrow is the first day of band camp. Last year it would have just been considered pre-camp, but since we're not going away this year it's all the same thing. Well, I am very excited, mostly about seeing the coolest people in the world again (that's the band geeks... well most of them). I can't wait to learn all of the new routines, new drills, and new jokes. Band camp is awesome. It sucks my sister is missing her senior bamd camp, but I guess a free trip to Russia is worth (it's not like that). It just blows that I will have to teach her all the routines once she gets back home. At least our home band festival is pushed back so she'll have

I did not intend on titling this journal entry as so, but I looked in the corner of my computer screen and that was the time. Being the healthy child I am, I'm having a milkshake for breakfast. I plan on getting off the computer and working on my summer homework once my dad gets home. I'm going to try and earn daughter points. So, my birthday was last Wednesday. None of my friends buy me gifts because none of us have any money. Anyways, my friend texted me from Myrtle Beach and asked, "Would your parents let you keep a pet that can stay in your room and is very low maintenance?" Out of all my friends, she would be the most likely to give me