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!