I have gotten virtually no sleep this entire week. Not fun. Seeing as I was tired beyond belief, I was going to try to go to bed early (which, evidently, didn't happen) and I probably didn't get until until 2 or 3. (Insert frowny face). I couldn't get to sleep, so I decided to do my chemistry homework. I lied down again after I finished, and saw the clock read 1:01 and I was like, "Oh my gosh! That's the molar mass for Hydrogen!" That, my friend, is sure-fire of knowing that summer hasn't come soon enough. TEN MORE CHEMISTRY CLASSES IN MY ENTIRE FREAKING LIFE!!!!! That deserves some partying.
I am hoping you didn't notice that I spoiled my goal of posting every day for ten days by not posting for the past two (oops!). I have good excuse, however, for Tuesday. So, I was watching TV after school and I get this call from my friend Joanna asking me if I want to go to this random concert that night. Blindly, I said yes--ignoring the fact I still had an entire paper to write, not to mention chem homework and 50 pages of To Kill a Mockingbird to read.
The concert was kind of weird. It was some random orchestra thing and people singing in languages I am not fluent in. They were very talented (e.g. there was this 10 minute drum solo that was crazy) but it just wasn't my thing (It was called Yanni...or something, by the way). For reasons unknown, we decided to park like fifteen blocks away from where to concert was...and we basically sprinted through the streets of Pittsburgh to get there. Joanna and I were completely out of breath my the time we got there--our athletic abilities are mutually pathetic. It reminded me of in the movie Connie and Carla, when they're like "Maybe we should work out..." and then they burst out laughing. The movie is about these two show-tune junkies who accidentally witness this mob murder and they are running from these two guys and they need to hide somewhere so they go to LA and pretend to be drag queens. It's like my favorite movie ever. I think that's because Connie and Carla are basically me and Joanna in twenty years. Yes, I can totally picture us pretending to be drag queens...
The concert ended at like eleven and of course we had to sprint the zillions of blocks to the parking garage. So, at eleven when any sensible teenager would be sound asleep after doing all their homework, I was running through downtown Pittsburgh laughing and screaming. I got home at eleven thirty (and thank god my parents didn't really care that I was out late on a school night) with truckloads of homework to do. Joy.
We went to Primanti Brothers before the concert and there was this guy talking really loudly at this table near us. It was so funny. This is what he was saying:
"If I die and all I eat are lettuces and carrots, I'm a'gunna be real sad. But if I eat cheeseburgers, I'm a'gunna be real happy. If I die with a cheeseburger in my hands, I'm a'gunna die smilin' "
That made my day (:
Have a fabulous weekend ( I don't have school tomorrow!)