Letters

Today, I received conclusive proof that I am awesome.
My highschool guidance counselor called me down to her office and gave me a letter from College Board (here is a link) informing me that I am a contestant for the National Merit scholarship. That means I am one of 20,000 who got this out of the 1.5 million who took the PSAT. The light bulb of my future has received a new filament.

Royal me

    The morning show of my favorite local radio station hands out, in lieu of actual prizes, an "Imaginary Crown of Excellence" to those who text in to their trivia questions. In the hour or so I spend in the car every morning, waiting for school to start, I have gotten into the habit of texting in what I think is the answer. It's got all the thrill of lottery scratch cards but with out the expense plus the added bonus of being legal for those of us who are under eighteen.
    I am wearing my imaginary crown right now. It's made of cookies, and I am pretending to eat it. Maybe I'll post a sketch later.

Gotta get down on Sunday!

Today I realized that I am the type of girl who spends at least an hour at church every week.
Making eyes at the cute altar boy.

Local

    Last night I went out, with my friend, to go see a few guys from school perform at a local venue. I hadn't seen them play since last year's school talent show but they're getting pretty good, like "give 'em a couple years and they have a good chance of getting signed" good. All of my zero amount of followers should go check them out at ... http://www.facebook.com/homelessmanband .
    On a semi-unrelated note, while walking to the concert, a stranger yelled out that he thought I was "pretty hot." Crude, rude, but still effective at boosting my ego a bit. All in all a pretty successful Friday night.

My hair is too clean. I want to put something really disgusting in it. Like old pudding. Then wash it all out. Yeah. That sounds like fun.