significant events

Something of horrifying, dire significance has taken place in my life: I have discovered I like cold black olives on cold pizza. I have always hated olives, and suddenly, this bizarre twist of fate... I think it has divine significance.

Also I've been interrogating people, and most people have had their favorite color for their whole lives, while mine changed abruptly from blue to yellow in sixth grade, actually at about the time my life really started changing. I have drawn two possible conclusions from this: 1. Most people tend to make up their minds and then remain closed-minded. Even if they realize that they are changing, that their tastes are changing, they are afraid to change something as significant as a favorite color or 2. Most people's favorite colors actually do not change, and I am the outlier.

So this girl moved her from Wyoming, her name is Erin. She's in a bunch of my classes and is better at violin than I am (with some people this really bothers me... with others, like Erin, I am perfectly content to bow down). So I've sorta befriended her because I think she will fit into our friend group really well. She's SO SO nice.

Anyway, I must get back to chemistry and math and AP history and biology 2.... my teachers have decided that we are capable of bending physiological necessities such as sleeping and realizing they are actually non-mandatory functions. So, because I am so busy, I have given up my biggest schedule conflict-causing activity: sleeping.