There's no real theme to this blog. Just random stuff I feel like blogging 'bout
I went yesterday to the capital of the US with my Sophomore class. We specifically went for the Holocaust museum but we got to do other things too.
The Holocaust museum was.... not all that exciting. The most interesting parts in my opinion were this movie about Hitler's rise to power and another movie about life as a Jew in hiding.
The Lincoln Memorial was really cool. But those steps were so steep and slick. ._.
I loved the fountain kind of near with
so far is coming up tomorrow.
It's my first AP test, for Psychology to be exact. I'm a bit nervous, but I feel like I'm prepared. I went to a review session this afternoon, I've read through the whole book, completed practice test, studied hundreds of flash cards.
So yeah, hopefully I'll do well. I've done relatively well in the class, but they have stuff on these tests that you would never have possibly gone over. Also there's no way to know what's going to be on the
I beat White today. FINAL TEAM:
Anyway, I'm really not impressed with the after-game stuff. It just seems like a lot of pointless filler crap.
Can anyone give me some tips on how to enjoy the post-game stuff as much as I did the rest of it?
So I apparently went to bed on March 31, 2011. And then I woke up.... on April 1, 1998. And I couldn't remember anything but the date. I found this strange website I had apparently been to in the past... or future, or whatever. I am very confused so if someone could share some information with me about who I am and what it is I do that would be just lovely.
Now for a Friday blog... about Friday.
Yeah, I'm talking about the amazing song by Rebecca Black. She is obviously some sort of lyric prodigy. I mean "Friday, Friday, Getting down on Friday, Fun fun fun." Can't get any better than that!
I was so envious of her friends. They had their liscenses at like 13! I just wanted to be there, sitting on top of the back seat with them cruising down the highway.
If you haven't seen this video, then you