Only ten days until I go to Spain.

YAY!!!

Ok, I'm fine.

Ever since the two week mark, I've been actually doing my homework. (What a concept.) I've felt a lot less stressed because of it, and yet a lot more tired. It's a give and take situation.

Anyway, on less happy matters, it seems like everybody wants me to change. Like today my dad was being all, "You're malnourished" again. Just because I'm a vegetarian doesn't mean I'm not healthy. I mean, this morning, dad made my little brother and me do five push-ups because we neglected to do something. I did mine pretty fast, like in seven seconds. If I was malnourished, I wouldn't have been able to do that. Just saying.

Also, we went to my Grandmother's house today. I love her to death and she clearly feels the same, but she was kind of getting at me and how I need to buy a dress and act like a lady. Not as much as usual though, so I guess that's a good thing.

It's apparent that both of them think they are helping me, but it gets rather tiring when you hear such things over and over. Dad, I'm planning on eating meat anytime soon. Sorry. Grandma, I'm becoming more feminine, but I'm going slowly. Be patient.

Anyway, back to Spain. Except this is the bad thing about Spain. Because I'm going to Europe, I'm going to need a passport. Dad already set up a appointment for this Monday, because there is no school that day. However, there is band practice, and a VERY important one at that. This Monday is the day we are going to learn most of our drill. I'm not going to be able to make it. EEK. This is me dying.

Argh, I hope I can learn quickly on Tuesday and Thursday or I am dead. DEAD. This is the rather stressful part. Not to mention the whole memorizing music part. And the whole paperwork part.

Oh well, that stuff is lame. But I'm still exicted.

I'm going to Spain!