School went all right today. Mom asked me earlier, when I first got home from jazz band practice, how my day went. “Fine” was my response, but I was thinking to myself, “It’s school. It’s the same thing every day.” And really, there’s usually nothing at school that gets me passionate enough to have a less neutral response to that question than “fine.”

I’m eating potato chips and listening to music from the Sims Makin’ Magic. I used to never like potato chips. Well, when I was a kid (ickle kid to middle school age), I liked potato chips. Then, for most of high school (i.e. – all of high school up to now) I have hated potato chips. I never ate the things. I didn’t see the appeal in them and didn’t understand how anyone could get fat off the things (not that anybody really gets fat off of just chips, I mean you’d have to do nothing but sit and eat them all the time, 24/7, but you get what I mean). For a couple of months now, though, I’ve really liked the things. I went to Candice’s house and we played Scene It (a trivia board game with a DVD that goes along with it). I had the urge to eat some Lays Masterpiece BBQ chips, so Candice and I ate the entire bag and I’ve been hooked ever since.

Maybe it’s a tribute to that first bag, but my stomach/mind particularly like BBQ flavors. Ruffles brand is my favorite.

Anyway. Not that you really care about my newly discovered adoration of potato chips, but just so you know…

The other day in second period, I was talking with my teacher and she noticed my bracelet made from hemp, seashells, and a few green beads. It’s the one my brother bought for me in Florida over his spring break. I told her I loved jewelery made with seashells. She told me she had a lot of seashell necklaces and that she would bring me some. Today, she did; she gave me three necklaces, each with a different pattern and different kinds of shells. I gave one necklace to Candice and my teacher said she’d bring Candice another necklace. This is the teacher that Candice and I go to visit whenever we want out of class. She’s our Spanish teacher and, last semester, was our English teacher. Excluding my band director, who isn’t really a teacher to us band geeks anyway, my Spanish teacher is my favorite teacher. I love that lady.