Commit This to Memory

Good ol'

band on monday was horrible, for grace and i. we got thrown out like, twice? but it's ok, we're cool. we're gunna get the gold that we deserve this year! oh yea, i was thinking, for the band shirt, we can put ' SILVER IS BETTER THEN GOLD'. :DD smart right? haha, you know, to spite choir. haha okay, nevermind.

class t shirt is gunna be dark blue or something? i dunno, i don't really mind what colour it is, as long as it isnt black. i have like 5 black school related tees already! i can't wait for cross-country, you know? charlie(CAW) got me so hyped up about it, it being our last year and all. we're gunna get the towels haha!

I got that off Laura's Jan07 archives. No line, I wasn't digging up your past, your new blogskin made me click it by accident.

Back to the point...

Well much as that brings back many good memories, I know we aren't that close anymore and it's a fact that remains. Sometimes, maybe blogs are good in that sense....like I totally forgot about the whole plan Laura and I had to run our best for cross country 07 to get TOWELS(hahahah!). We didn't end up running though because of the rain, which was believed to have been caused by Grace's presence. 07 was the firt cross country Grace attended, and that was also the first year it rained.....coincidence or jinxed? :)

It's sad that we didn't get that "silver is better than gold" shirt. That would be funny ass. I think FSB 07 was awesome too, is awesome, and has God's grace smiling on us :) We totally bombed the starting of our pieces (think...silence, literally, when the conductor's baton went down), and the whole time I was thinking to myself "oh no" and literally shaking. HAHAHA. Sounds kind of funny now, but anyway, we miraculously managed a silver putting us on par with many other schools. God's grace, much?

Those band days seem so faraway now. Ms Sia with all her temperamental moments seem like a distant memory. I remember the "getting thrown out" parts all too well though. For sunrise the first clarinets always got thrown out to practice this weird "birdcall" part. Figure 21 for Alvamar. All in the not so distant past, but it feels like a long time, a really long tme. School days seem even furthur away.

I miss the (weekly) devotions Sam, Roph, Rach, Laura and I used to do, and the countless hours of Bridge we played, basically just hanging out. They all still do, I guess, but for me it would never really be the same again. While going over to Laura's used to be something that felt so ordinary and normal, now when I go over I feel like well, this is now or never. We used to hit Laura's so much that it felt like home. Maybe it's just me, and it probably just is. After all, I left for Melbourne.

Good memories always brings a smile, and I'm glad there are so many :)

love, 23:09
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