We played a game in USH where we emulated the stock market in the 1920s.
We pulled off pretending to have a sectional in class again.
I worked on my solo, and I'm the tiniest bit less afraid of it. There is hope.
I've got a lot of great bruises (albeit on my legs).
I brought my mandolin to school and finally surprised Sabrina.
I also went on a walk with her. We stopped by Heather's house to say hi and comment on Dr. Phil's physique, then walked back and talked about the Hoover Dam and the inappropriacy of telling sex jokes in a family neighborhood.
Chris and I talked for an hour about broken hearts and parallax and moving while waiting for my mom.
When I found out my backpack, ipod, euphonium, and mandolin would be locked in the band hall til tomorrow and started crying due to anxiety, Chris put his arm around me and just let me cry on his shoulder for a while.
I went mini golfing with my dad, Abram, and Eran and got a hole in one on the first hole.
I watched videos of super cool bassists with Isaac.
I talked to Kristian on the phone for hours about Mean Girls and his boyfriend and Stupid Jessica and The Beatles and setting fire to the rain and the Fly Emma Back to Austin Fund.
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