Rachael,
WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT ABOUT YOU GETTING PAID? You know what the temperature was at your band camp? Seventy-fuckin-five degrees. You know what it was at mine? ONE-OH-ONE. IN THE SHADE.
Life is some bullshit.
Anyway, cool that you've met some friends. And hate to burst your bubble, but our schools aren't even in the same conference. We're in the S.E.C. and you're in the A.C.C. Haha. Ha. A.C.C. HA. HA. HA.
Sorry.
So yeah, my major is currently somewhere between undecided, journalism, and dropping out. Russian is one piss away from impossible and Native American literature makes me want to vomit. Oh well.
As for friends on my end, I haven't really made an effort. People seem a little put off by my personality for some reason. Don't know what the hell is wrong with them.
My section leader in marching looks like Draco Malfoy. I think it might actually be him. Details on that after I run some more tests. He gets fairly pissed if you call him Draco, which supports my theory that he's gotten an identity change, which is certainly understandable if you were a Death Eater.
In case you can't tell, I've got a lot of free time. I've reread the Harry Potter series twice in the last two weeks. Ugh. Save me from this hell.
Love,
Savannah