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elsajeniI took the quiz that was in Drew's livejournal. I am Drew. I find that kind of creepy. I dunno... if you define "Drew" as the specific personality traits in the little graphic, it almost makes sense... but then again... yeah.
(To see the little graphic, go look at Drew's livejournal. I lost the code to it earlier when my computer died and am far, far too lazy to go take the quiz again to regain it.)
So, as you may have just figured out, I'm back to livejournal. And I have challah. Lots and lots of challah. For some reason my mom decided we needed some, so she went to the Jewish bakery down the street and bought (obvious end of sentence) lots of challah.
So this morning I had challah and Starbucks for breakfast. I regret to say that I am telling the truth. (Ooh, fact. There are 5 states with no Starbuckses. Montana, Alaska, both Dakotas, and Arkansas. Iowa was the 6th until the other day.)
A harp-related paragraph for you now. So I got into Symphony and we're playing Romeo and Juliet. (Last year it was Siegfreid's funeral march, now Romeo and Juliet, then later this year will be Mahler. The director really likes funeral music. Weird man.) There's another harpist, who everyone expects me to follow just because she's been in the orchestra longer. Although I beat her in competition every year. (A note: harpists are outwardly friendly but secretly hate each other, because there aren't enough harp gigs to go around and every other harpist is someone who will steal a job from you someday. This applies as early as 7th grade, depending on how ambitious you are.) Why is my harp-related stuff always so much longer than my other paragraphs? Weird.
Nothing is happening at school. A few weeks ago I wrote a big entry about all my classes, which livejournal then kindly ate. So, um, I'll tell you about all that later. For now, I should probably go do something productive.
(To see the little graphic, go look at Drew's livejournal. I lost the code to it earlier when my computer died and am far, far too lazy to go take the quiz again to regain it.)
So, as you may have just figured out, I'm back to livejournal. And I have challah. Lots and lots of challah. For some reason my mom decided we needed some, so she went to the Jewish bakery down the street and bought (obvious end of sentence) lots of challah.
So this morning I had challah and Starbucks for breakfast. I regret to say that I am telling the truth. (Ooh, fact. There are 5 states with no Starbuckses. Montana, Alaska, both Dakotas, and Arkansas. Iowa was the 6th until the other day.)
A harp-related paragraph for you now. So I got into Symphony and we're playing Romeo and Juliet. (Last year it was Siegfreid's funeral march, now Romeo and Juliet, then later this year will be Mahler. The director really likes funeral music. Weird man.) There's another harpist, who everyone expects me to follow just because she's been in the orchestra longer. Although I beat her in competition every year. (A note: harpists are outwardly friendly but secretly hate each other, because there aren't enough harp gigs to go around and every other harpist is someone who will steal a job from you someday. This applies as early as 7th grade, depending on how ambitious you are.) Why is my harp-related stuff always so much longer than my other paragraphs? Weird.
Nothing is happening at school. A few weeks ago I wrote a big entry about all my classes, which livejournal then kindly ate. So, um, I'll tell you about all that later. For now, I should probably go do something productive.