It is 11:20, and I’ve already finished my homework.
I missed class on Wednesday. All of them…I just didn’t go. I suppose when I’m lying in bed at 4:50, and my alarm is set to go off at 5:10, and I still haven’t slept a wink, that should be a good enough excuse. And if it’s not, what the heck ever. I heard that I didn’t miss anything, and I’m sure I can learn it out of the book. Speaking of the book, I suppose I should read the chapter.
Dance is going well. We’re over half-way done learning all of the songs. I’m excited that it is going to be a good recital, but I’m worried about not being able to do the moves well. She wants quad-pirouettes. I’m lucky to turn a double. I guess I’ll just have to practice my ass off. I wish we did more turns in class. I wish I felt more confident. Blargh.
Ok, bed time. SLEEP time. Goodnight!