the lone ranger. . .

there is no specific reason why i decided to call this post the lone ranger. . .but i just liked the name. i guess that you could say that i'm toughing it out on a couch in holly and caleb's living room, but lets face it, it's a couch, and i have to register so i'm gonna spend the night here.
i have to say that this day has truly been a never ending one. it all started at the my studying for a midterm before my classes today. thankfully there was no eight am class, but i had the midterm at 10 and dance class at nine.
last night i went to a dance lab because i was under the impression that i was going to participate at dance sport this weekend, but my partner didn't show up last night, and this morning i was like, i don't really care anymore, i honestly don't really have time to do this. so i spent the whole day in a skirt because we had to dress nice for our mock competition in dance.
then i proceeded to my midterm. i think i did a lot better on this one than on the first one. it was about post structuralist and poetry. really it all boiled down to deconstructionism. no matter what though, keith johnson is my favorite teacher.
those were really the most exciting events of the school day. i then proceeded home at one and had some lunch. i then thought that i would like to do some homework, but i really didn't feel like reading about wynton marsalis and why he didn't like fusion or free jazz, and i also didn't feel like writing a new testament paper. yeah, now that i think back on it, i really might have done things different but oh well. i then took a two hour nap interrupted with phone calls for an application that i don't even know what it's for.
so it was four when i rolled out of the top bunk and i cleaned part of my room so i could find some missing papers, which i did find, but then i decided it was time for guitar class, so i took my guitar and filled my school bag with my guitar books and my binder, and my wynton marsalis books. i didn't even know that that many books actually fit into my bag. but now i am here at holly and caleb's sitting on there couch waiting for the midnight hour to roll around so that i can register for my classes.
don't worry guys, tomorrow will be just as stressfull for me. i have to meet with my english 311 teachers and discuss my wynton marsalis paper with them, and then i'm going to go home for i think around two and a half hours. then i will walk back to holly and calebs and memorize my music, and go to the game. it should be pretty swankin. i gotta peace out sucka foos but i hope you enjoyed the many events of my lone ranger post.