BECCA, IT'S JULIA, GET BACK TO ME.
Okay, so yesterday when I read that oh-so-special email from stogamusic.net, I called you about four times, only to face the REJECTION of an impersonal recorded message. Killed me. I was pretty bored yeasterday too, so I made a deviantart (although, tragically, I haven't uploaded anything yet... better get on that). Yeah, but we really really need to have a squirmy, girly rejoice-fest regarding the musical next year... that is if you're not busy attending Governor's School yet... (I hate being dwarfed by how talented you are *Le SIGHHH*). How did finals go?? I got the worst exam grade I ever received in my life (in math). I'll give you a hint: my worst grade I ever got for an exam was an 88%, and this was eleven percentage points lower. Yeah, so you really don't need to be a math-a-magician to figure that one out, but I will say just this: Mediocrity, thy name is Jule. I hope you're having a great time at Governor's school if you're there right now, but I'll probably end up calling you so we can freak out together if possible. And you better check out my art if I ever get around to uploading it!!
Julia<333
PS: Nothing makes me happier than seeing people of ethnic minorities do really well in school. Know what I mean?
PSS: HAPPY FATHER'S DAY! Who knew spermatogenesis would prove such a cause for jubilation??
PSSS: FEEL LOVED!