omigawdhooray.

ABOVE ALL, HOORAY FOR SOUNDING LIKE A COMPLETE AIR-HEAD. ^_____^

Yes. Hooray for getting straight A's, hooray for easy term papers, hooray for getting a perfect score on a paper that sucked, hooray for not missing the bus this week, hooray for not having any school tomorrow, and hooray for George Dubyah winning. Hooray for not writing in like, two weeks.

And hooray for starting all the Christmas music in choir! And hooray for Thanksgiving coming up, and hooray for Veteran's day, and hooray for all the other holidays, and hooray for all the soldiers who are fighting for us, and hooray for not having any Christmas shopping done yet, and hooray for getting new glasses. And hooray for bad design shows, and hooray for my Bush-Cheney t-shirt, and hooray for reading Lord of the Flies in English even though it sucks, and hooray for reading 1984 as if LOTF wasn't bad enough (even though I cheated and just read the sparknotes), and hooray for looking intelligent, and hooray for feeling stupid.

And hooray for it being almost 2005, and hooray for winter holidays, and hooray for cold mornings, and hooray for unreliable bus drivers, and hooray for parents even if they suck sometimes but not that often if you keep an open mind, and hooray for onion rings, and hooray for industrial drivel also known as my sister's music, and hooray for having such amazing friends, and hooray for my sketchbook and all its random glory, and hooray for not posting any art at AA for like two months, and hooray for dirty masking tape, and hooray for Steve's computer dying and me having to do the program instead, and hooray for cast member drama when lines aren't memorized, and hooray for my dad reading this over my shoulder and laughing at me, and hooray for bubble baths, and hooray for scholarships, and hooray for websites that help you find scholarships, and hooray for Law and Order, and hooray for it not being CSI because CSI is crap and Law and Order is godly, and hooray for orange sherbet.

And hooray for living near Chicago, and hooray for meeting up with old friends, and hooray for freshmen even if they're buttheads because we were once too, and hooray for clowns even if they're scary, and hooray for Shanna even if her poking is really annoying, and hooray for Karolyn even if she's too much of a goody-goody, and hooray for Stephanie in all her brain-condition glory, and hooray for Laura Piel and for never saying just Laura but always Laura Piel and hooray for her sparkly scarf too, and hooray for Jonny Piel and his pimpocity, and hooray for Mary Kate and not having to poke her because SHEANDMATTAREFINALLYDATINGYAY, and hooray for Andrea and all her black eyeliner and gothed-out music, and hooray for Erika and Starbucks, and hooray for Jessi and the fact that she can dissect a cat without throwing up, and hooray for Jackie even if I still haven't found her picture but I did still draw her the pleasantly plump ballerina, and hooray for Monica and Scottish pride, and hooray for Craig calling me a lesbian and me calling him a fruitcake even though he really IS a fruitcake x), and hooray for everyone else who I don't have an inside joke for yet. That's okay, I will.

And hooray for playing jazz chords on the piano, and hooray for sexy Jason Isaacs, and hooray for cappucinos, and hooray for flowers, and hooray for Chinese food, and hooray for being a dork and not caring, and hooray for being a Republican and not a Democrap.

And hooray for having so many things to be thankful for. 8)