Patheeetic

LMAO

And, here we are, UHS, with our high AIMS scores and our being about 75% of our marching band.

So, band people, I got mailed two of the crazy-long band letter things. Two.

And I'm getting better, disease-wise. Throat hurts less. Runny nose. Runny nose less. Coughing. Oh, and I can't talk. Luckily for those people in summer school.

This one time, in seventh grade, I lost my voice. And Erika, a friend, and I had PE together. And we always talked when we ran and stuff, but then I lost my voice. And so it was only her talking, and she kept freaking out 'cause it was like she was talking to herself. Because we all know how much Cherry talks, or how much she can talk. And so, it's a shame when I can't talk. Yeah. So I've almost lost my voice once a year ever since then.

That was a pathetically-told story. I need to go die now.