Crazy week

This week is so crazy! What with Molly's sweet fifteen, her bday, my JDance classes, my JDance show, Molly's choreography, her surpsise choreography, and all the study I should be doing (sad to say it won't be done by itself), I don't get a free moment... So I think this will be the last one till the week is out... Or till next Monday, for school's sake... I just wish we didn't have so many tests, they are useless! They only make us nervous, and we don't learn anything with them!

Luckily, we only have 18 more days of school... November the 27th and we're out! Yay!

I have so many plans for the holidays... I have my usual list of 'books to read' (Brisingr, Treasure Island, Historias de cronopios y de famas, Farenheit 451, Vampire Lestat, and sth by Isabel Allende), and of 'classes to go to' (piano, knitting, cooking, literary sths...).

So I have enough to look forward to.

Well, I think I'd better start with my sexual education test for Friday... I must learn the female and male's reproductive system... Wish me luck!

Writing again!

Today was one of those days that are long and short at the same time. It's strange, but it seems as though I had done tons of stuff today, and I didn't do so much.
The thing is that I am just coming out of a flew of almost a week, so I got easily tired.
Anyway, today I skipped school (mom insisted upon my not being ready to go yet), but went to the dentist, and, when I came back, finished the book I had been reding for the past 5 months: David Copperfield. It's not like I am that slow in reading, but it took me so long because it was the first book I read written in Charles Dickens's way, and I had to cope with exams and stuff, so today, happily, I finished it.
I can say it was one of the most beautufil books I've ever read, and the last ten chapters are the best piece of literature I've ever read, without doubt. He has a way of writing that is not just a paragraph of worthless writing, but a piece of art, in the way of literature. Reading some of the phrases he uses to describe I get actual soul-ache, they're so beautiful!
My favourite writer would say, having my complete agreement on this, that you do not have to read the whole book to get to see the art, what happens with other, more modern authors, but you perceive art, in its purest way, in every paragraph you read.
So, my mark: 9.90 (I'm really strict; only the most perfect books get my 10)

Well, now I'm trying to go to sleep, actually doing the steps before it, like tidying things up a little, and trying to swallow a pill to help me with the remainings of the flew, which is something really hard for I've never learnt how to swallow something without biting it.