I’d say “Happy Labor Day” but since I’m not entirely sure what Labor Day is, or what purpose it serves, I’ll refrain from doing so. Today I managed to watch hours of What Not to Wear on TLC off and on. I’m still not entirely sure of what I’m not suppose to wear, but I’m wholeheartedly sure that I don’t want that crude woman on the show telling me.

My grandmother is coming to live with me Wednesday. For the past 5 years of my life it’s just been my mom and I. I enjoy my privacy, and I use and abuse it to its utmost extremes. I sing, dance, and talk to myself, sometimes a combination of both. Now everyday when I go to school a complete stranger will be in my house watching my grandmother while my mother and I are gone. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I don’t like my grandmother. She’s got shenanigans and one liners up her sleeve that would leave Conan in shock and awe, but you got to understand, I’m the youngest. No, not just the youngest, the youngest by 11 years. You may be questioning why I’m bringing this fact up, and as a matter of fact I have no real reason to support it, but I’m sure in some way it plays a very important role in my mixed emotions I’m having. I already have a grandma-sitting date set. Maybe my mother just doesn’t understand. She’s never woken up at 3 in the morning to her own mother trying to open up a box of cereal with a butcher’s knife. I guess I’m being a little selfish. My mom told me she would hope I would do the same for her one day. Goodbye oh sacred singing/dancing/talking to myself time. I had fun.

School is very boring for me at the moment. First hour I have jazz band, which consist of cool people who play guitars, and non cool people who are in regular band who play regular instruments. Pretty soon we’ll have designated drinking fountains and music stands. Second hour I have regular band. In this hour we go outside and run around a field for an hour like crazy people. Third hour I have AP English. This is the hour I pretend to be smart and act like I know what I’m doing. Soon they will find me out and destroy me. Fourth hour I have ASH. I have an ASH teacher who will literally grab you by the throat and rip out your vocal cords if you utter and single word. But I hear she’s nice other hours. After lunch I have Women’s Choir. I’m the president this year. This hour can strike horror in the weak. Enough said. Next hour am an aid for big choir. I will be spending my whole year filing what seems to be an endless amount of music. Going through such songs as “The Banana Boat Song” and “Ease on Down the Road” while getting a disturbingly large number of paper cuts from music that will not be touched for the next 40 years. Last hour I have INS. If you don’t pass this class you will spend the rest of you life in an alley doing cocaine and talking to imaginary people. I need to pass that class.