  Told my parents that the rehearsal today started right after school, so went to Convoy with Chelsea Patrick Alex Chris and made it back by 4. Alive. That's skill. And Chris is a wuss because he got scared when he learned that I talk to myself while driving.
Constantly. But yeah, I had an epiphany on the way there and realized that I knew exactly where it is. My dad and brother and I go to this Indian place off Clairemont Mesa Blvd. all the time, and where we went was about a minute from there. It's free scoop night at Baskin Robbins. 6-10 pm. And I'm kinda stuck here right now. Maybe go later. Bye all. P.S. I'm sick of APs and everything to do with them, tests included. 
