Come on, Come on, The world will follow after

i am in such a good mood its almost unreal. i say almost, because the damper on my good mood is that tomorrow is the last day with seniors. the very last day. it just can't be, but it is. from now on, choir will be without april and turner and miles. that just can't be true....those three have just defined the choir program, at least for me, and now they're just going to be gone..................i've talked about this a lot already though, and wishing is not going to slow down time at all, because trust me i've tried, so i'll return to my happy mood now. *sigh* i just feel all warm and fuzzy and..happy. and its like i was reading on someone elses journal recently, who was also feeling happy, it seems like being happy is almost against the rules or something in our world today. what with the emphasis on terrorism and scandal and politics and violence.....but i don't care, i'm happy anyway.

other than that, i'm thinking i don't have much to say...i have a bunch of days to request off now, for grad parties, and graduation itself. speaking of which, hugs to mrs. b because the administration is still freaking out on her. hugs. the band concert was fun, and we did really good with our bake sale for mexico. we sold everything but one muffin, which we gave to mr. o as a thank you for letting us hold the bake sale.

oh, i almost forgot. me and phyl helped with fun day for the little kids today. we were doing the jart toss (yes, its with a j, no typo there) and we were each controlling one line, and one of the classes that came through, i had all the boys in my line (because almost all the classes were boys v girls, of course), and they were looking at phyl and whispering to each other- 'thats the heel clicker!' 'don't you remember? he came to our school with the choir and he clicked his heels' 'he's that guy who jumped really high and clicked his heels together'- just the way they were whispering together and calling him heel clicker was so amusing, i still laugh thinking about it.

whee i'm happy. but i think i've said that already. i'll stop before i become annoyingly repetetive, though i might have already got there.


Love will fly if held too lightly, Love will die if held too tightly, Lightly, tightly, how do I know Whether I'm holding or letting love go?