Exhausted.
That's how I feel right now. How I've felt for days.

Perky redhead. Yeah, right. I'm good at faking energy, but it's getting harder and harder as I'm keeping grades up, getting ready for my dances in the performance this month (all SEVEN of them!), working with youth groups (three of them), hurtling along towards finals and Chistmas.

A buddy, surprised that I was only 16, asked me the other day why kids are in such a hurry to grow up nowadays. Thing is, I honestly have no idea. So I'm saving 2 years by getting started early. Woot. Whatcom isn't really that hard, it's more like a highschool with ashtrays. Except the people are finally more mature. It's quite nice: I finally fit in somewhere. Maybe a little too well--it's getting harder to find the line between child and adult, to meet everyone's expectations.

This quarter I've been taking English, Spanish and Biology. They're not too bad, I understand everything, but the homework is draining. 7 hours of school followed by 4 of dance, and that's just my Monday. (HA. I feel bad for the people who only see me on Tuesday mornings.)

But, even while running marathons, the finish line is somewhere in sight. My quarter ends in a couple weeks, then I can focus on things like dance. Why am I dancing? I don't even remember lately. I'm sure there's a reason, though. I won't tell you to come see my performance until I'm a little more comfortable with all my dances. But I'll figure it out, no worries.

Proofreading this post, I realize it's not your typical Lydia Albert post, about how I'm "doing pretty good." But that's life, isn't it? Don't worry, I'm sure I'll bounce back. Just call me when the quarter ends and I'll actually have free time. I'd love to get together.