So finals are done. I did quite well on my Spanish final, and sort of well on my English final. The English one didn't matter quite so much, because I was getting a fairly solid A in that class. Which is really good, because the final was a sample AP (advanced placement - if I pass the actual test in May I get college credit for the English class I just finished) test, and it was mega hard.

I wrote a totally bitching essay on Othello, though. And a totally bitching essay analysing this Seamus Heaney poem. I'm going to name one of my sons Seamus. I've long had this plan that since I'm the last of the Maguires (like the last of the Mohicans) I should probably keep my name when I get married. I should probably also have lots of children and give some of them my last name. That way, in addition to carrying on my family name, I can have a son named Seamus Maguire. Isn't that a totally awesome name?

I just bought two pairs of shoes. This is remarkable for me. I'm like a man (an old one - a not-metro one) when it comes to clothing, especially shoes; I only buy it when I desperately need it, and I only buy the absolute cheapest. Six months ago, I bought a pair of cute red shoes just because I liked them, but that was probably the first time since eighth grade that I bought shoes on an impulse. Almost all of my shoes are functional to the point of Amishdom. But my mom coerced me into going to Target so I could get a new dress shirt for my audition tomorrow, and while I was there, I decided to look at shoes. I found two pairs - one pair is sort of like pink water shoes, the other is a pair of faux-leather ballet slippers. They're miserably made (since I refuse to wear leather, I can't really wear "well-made" shoes) and probably won't last but a month, but they're awfully cute. And they were only $10 each.

Shoes aside, I'm wearing black. Well, black pants. I'm not real happy about the fact that a man who was never legally elected to a first term is being sworn in for his second. BULLSHITBULLSHITBULLSHIT.

Phew. Audition tomorrow. I'm getting all revved up. I've dreamed about the Marching Illini for two nights in a row now (although it's probably because I have an MI cd in my clock radio). I want it so bad I can TASTE it.

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE let me go to your school!

posted at 3:19 PM by Alison

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