".... cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields" 2003-09-05 - 1:24 p.m.
10,000 points to anyone who knows or cares who Klyment Kvitka was.
Anyway, yay! Weekend! Football weekend! Even more yay!
Dr. Flute Teacher is letting (making?) me borrow a flute. Not any kind of ridiculously expensive flute or anything, but still a huge step up from my piece-o-crap. I even played it in wind ensemble this morning and was fine.
I guess I should go do some work or be useful or something like that. But I don't really feel like it. I should walk to the park or scrounge up a dollar for the bus to the mall.
Meh. Or I could go home, eat Beanee Weanees (they were on sale at the grocery store), and sleep and watch TV until my brain explodes from blissful inactivity.
Or... or... or... I probably didn't mention this, but, the infamous Cousin Bobo (I'd go find that entry but I'm too lazy- it was back in July sometime) does in fact live in Grad Schoolville! I should go call Bobo! Bobo doesn't even know I'm here! How sad. Yes. Or something. Hehe.