The Drum Major results were posted yesterday morning. My name was on the list. Megan, Helen, and me. I was shocked, ecstatic, and a bit nervous. The people who didn't make it will eventually stop feeling bitter towards me and the rest of the band will gradually adjust to having 3 drum majors instead of 2. Zack came to my game again today. It was a lousy game (we won in the end) but that's besides the point. After the game, walking back to the parking lot, he once again offered to carry my bat bag. Once again I denied him, but I find it beyond charming that he persists to ask. Such a gentleman. Tomorrow he's going to come to the beginning of the game, but then he has to go help out at an elementary school's carnival (my old elementary school, ironically enough). And then later I'm taking him star gazing because he doesn't know much about the stars. Saturday I'm going to the drumline competition with Jo-Football so he can prove to me that he's not who everyone says he is. We'll see. The writing world is descent. I've started a new folder of stories called Scrutiny. Each little story is a close-up on a recent even in my life. It's actually pretty fun. Anyways, that also means I'll probobly be slacking in the journal entries. Somehow I think you'll survive without my drama. : ) Hugs to the world and for the boy whose smile could end wars. : ) Carrie