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Savannah Wow. Ok. In the past few days, along with getting back from Savannah, I have found out the following: Sagen is moving (possibly to my neighborhood which would rock), my mom signed the contract for a new dance studio, I'm going to a (free!!!) White Stripes concert on June 20th, Cait's not moving to Florida after all, and my favorite dance teacher, Richard, got a job with city planning or something and is not coming back to teach next year. And of course there's going to high school, and Amanda's new house.Phew. It's seeming like a lot is going to change next year. This is going to sound really sappy, but I'm just realizing how much I'm going to miss Richard. Nicole leaving wasn't much of a shock because we knew it was coming, we knew she was coming back, and it was kind of a relief not having all the drama that she must create wherever she goes. But Richard is going off and starting a totally different career, and I'm thinking, "That can't happen, what will he do without US?" Plus, he's not just a teacher, he's our friend. And he's leaving us with Allison. *Cringe.* She's the one who stepped on me while I was doing a stretch when I was about 11, and totally screwed up my knees. And she says "stick in your po-po." What the HELL is a po-po? So. The Savannah trip. First off, buses suck. I don't usually get carsick, but I do get sick of Jessie and Ian hanging all over each other the entire. freaking. trip. It was cute at first, guys, but slow down before you decide to become surgically attatched. Funny how the teachers don't seem to mind how they walk through the halls holding hands all day. PDA, PDA, PDA! I'm probably just bitter because I don't have a boyfriend, but anyway, Savannah. We started off by going to Andersonville, the POW museum, prison, and cemetery. Bummer. We did find an orange snake in a pond, though. We named him Franklin, Brant poked him with a stick, and I shrieked at Brant and told him that Franklin was going to eat him. That night we took a walking tour of some of the historic district with our out-of-work actor tour guide, Jefferson. That guy had some funky hair. The next day we went to St. Simon's, where we counted 37 and a half washed up jellyfish and made up a song about a blowfish named Puff some guy caught in a crab trap, and Jekyll, where Indy, Amanda, a bunch of guys and I made a sand turtle named Thomas. Tragically, I tripped over Thomas and killed him, so we used his remains to make Trogdor the dragon. Trogdor got washed away, despite our efforts to build walls and moats to save him. On River Street, these two old guys named Marion and Walter told Amanda, Katie, Indy and me not to do drugs and to always believe in ourselves, and then sang "I Believe I Can Fly." Marion and Walter rock! Also, I will never set foot in a Golden Corral again. We had to eat there 3 times. Indy found a suspicious fuzzy thing in her biscuit, and my milk was 3 days over the expiration date and chunky. Yech. "Puff the magic blowfish lived in the sea, until we took him out one day for all of us to see, Puff was pretty puffy, and he was spikey too, but I guess we kept him out too long, that's when he went ker-blooooo." 2003-05-18 @ 3:43 p.m. |