Historic jeans

Today in FLE class we had to describe our perfect man/woman; i.e. the clothes and appearance and etc. I was sitting next to Amy, one of the other new spanish-speaking kids, but who is very very good at English, and it was hilarious and awkward and etc. Madame Voutaz, the FLE teacher, also added with a smile, that maybe we wanted to describe the man (if they were a guy) or the woman (if we were a girl) of our dreams. I was stuck between describing Ronald Weasley (i.e. Rupert Grint) or just some random person (I know, right?). I chose the latter, mentioning that he would be wearing argyle socks, even though I didn't know how to say "argyle" in French.

On the way out of the school walking home, I passed by a couple making out to my left, and proceeded to squeeze my way through throngs of annoying, smoking, accented high schoolers that had those intimidating laughs and seemed to think that no one else desired personal space and/or had an objective to get through. Welcome to almost the end of 8th grade, I guess.

In other news, we're into the 50's now, (59 seems like nothing!) and there isn't much conflict, or even any at all, concerning our ETA. School gets out July 3rd, a Friday, so we'd leave early Saturday but then jump back 6 hours therefore probably arriving before noon-ish local time. We'd get to see fireworks and maybe go to TOP. Great stuff. 

My trumpet teacher got married, and I (of course) need to go back and practice some stuff on my audition music. No surprise, but I was even playing some wrong notes. An f-sharp instead of a b, etc. Whatever. It's weird how suddenly your fingers lock and you can't breathe and the notes look drunk when you play for someone else. 

I feel like going to bed. I could wake up at 6 am and watch the ending of the Detroit/Anaheim hockey playoff game, which would be weird. It starts at 10:30 their time. Detroit best win. But if they're going to lose and dropout, might as well do it now so as not to get all of our hope's up. Sigh. But yeah.

See you tomorrow probably.