Breathe In, Breathe Out, Don't Worry About Things You Can't Change

He's there, the phantom of the oooperaaaaaa..........
these songs have been stuck in my head ALL WEEK! They are wonderful songs, but geesh. We listened to them in choir because we're singing them, and then because they are such cool songs we listen to them in Rachels car. so they are rather embedded in my head right now. maybe the weekend will get them out.
I have lots of money in my pocket. :D This makes me happy, because it means I have permission to get a cellphone. Tomorrow. And it is a cool flip phone with a color screen and no contracts. Neato. this means the added benefit of not being forgotten places as often. Whee.
Upward Bound is tomorrow. Yay. i can finally give abby her present, and i can tell her about what happened at youth group. i think i will tell her after all. my decision to tell her has also resulted in me having fun arguments inside my head with the person who doesn't want me to tell anyone. These arguments are fun because they involve me winning and telling him off, which is always fun, because i think i've actually told someone off, let's see...exactly...zero times, in my life. These tellings off, although they never happen, are always wonderfully scripted in my head. therein may lie part of the problem- last time i got close to telling someone off, their response was not at all what i expected from the script inside my head, and i was shocked into a silence that i now regret. aaaaaanyway.
speaking of school stuff (i was speaking of school stuff- upward bound, school, they're connected), I got my ACT scores back. I got a 32, which made me extremely happy. i hate actually telling people, because then i feel like i'm bragging, and i hate that, but this is different, because it feels like a journal. i would especially never brag about things like test scores or grades to amy, she stresses enough as it is and has some mild inferiority complex going on. of course, mr. salisbury, who, i would like to point out has NEVER has me in class, absolutely insists on talking about me in amy's class. he mentioned my test score, and although his facts were slightly off (he said 31) the idea is still the same and amy came off swearing that he had virtually said in front of the class that she would never be as good as me. now, that's not exactly what he said, and amy has a tendency to blow things out of proportion and to freak out about things, but still. i feel bad enough when my old teachers compare her to me *cough*MrsSullivan*cough*, but a teacher who's never even met me, for crying out loud. that's ridiculous. (my apologies to any fans of Mr. Salisbury reading this now. as i think i've pointed out by now, I don't know him. It's nothing personal. i just think it was unprofessional of him to have handled it the way he did)
and i think i have run out of random comments now, except for this one, which i just thought of- letter people rock! i vow they shall help Chrissy learn her alphabet.