the night dedicated to being a pile.

hello.

the name's tressa. i like to consider myself one of a kind. that and beyonce.

anyways. consider yourself lucky to be reading these wonderful works of art.

ha.

so today was a good day.
1. i didn't have to drive 85 mph to arrive to band on time and i didn't freeze my bum off. and we ended up getting out 3 minutes early. we even ran the show today. whoop whoop.
2. hearing good girls go bad in the wee hours of the morning always puts me in a better mood.
3. i made all state chorus.
4. the awesome picture atones and i took for the bo photo contest. we're positive we will be getting stickers and signed posters any day.
5. custom made converse are officially ordered.
6. i already opened a christmas present (which was a BOdacious shirt. i know, you are jealous. i'm wearing it tomorrow. watch out.)
7. i had cheesy bread for supper.
8. no homowork tonight.
9. therefore, making this my first night officially dedicated to being a pile. i'm stoked.
so far, i'm not liking this though, because i have this urge to want to accomplish something, seeing as how it is 8 p.m. i decided to accomplish something that isn't really anything worth accomplishing: this blog.

ha. also, i have a feeling this will be a good substitution for facebook, which i've decided is nothing special anymore. the only thing worth getting on facebook for is to take ridiculous quizzes that have annoying spelling errors and incorrect results.

i forgot to add that today is also a good day because tomorrow is friday!
which means:
1. it's friday.
2. it's fpf.
3. it's friday.
4. no pep band.
the rest yet to come.

so. today, the bomb was dropped on me in honors 11. "tressa, sometimes i worry about you."
uhm. what? (note: this was said while highliting my left hand.)
there is nothing wrong with that. it is a cool sensation, i highly recommend it. and then. afterwards, it's a hoot to see people's reactions as you give them high 5's. sorry to all those scared today.
anyways. it was dear mrs. sittig that said this. later tonight, while hanging out with atones, she informs me that mrs. sittig told her, "man, that tressa sure is a talker."
WHAT?! i talk, but not that much! i'm stressing about this. conferences are next week and i have a feeling my mother will find out about this.

i also just found out that the website that i got all my "free ringtones" from isn't free anymore...
ohhhhhhhhhhno. this is bad news. very bad news.

but i refuse to end this on a bad note: my mother made cookies tonight for the band trip. i just had one, and i basically just came in my pants. for all those that may eat my mother's cookies this saturday, beware... >:)