Just got back from Sidney. Watched lit up boats, and went Christmas shopping. Bought Teresa a little china dog from junkshop, and one of those little toys that you push down and it flops around for mum. Not sure what I should get for Patrick and Tim. Probably something video game-like for Patrick and something to do with cars for Tim. Called Alistair when I got home, but he wasn't there. Should call again soon. I still can't believe that he's from Australia. I wonder what it's like there? We have our FSA (Foundation Skills Assessment) tests in April. Mrs.Hampton says that it's pretty much just language arts and stuff, like reading and answering questions and stories. Band concert on Tuesday. Out of my mind with worry. I'm pretty sure I know what I'm playing, but what if I mess up? Oh, and on top of that, I have to sing two choir songs as well. Alistair is too good for grade 6 band, so he plays in concert band instead. Wish I was that good. I wonder, since the grade sevens get green band sweaters, and Alistair plays with grade 7 concert band but he's in grade 6, does he still get one? I shall have to ask. Listening to Michelle Branch at the moment. Her music is pretty cool, even though mum doesn't think so. Nick has gotten even more annoying over the past week. He keeps asking me if I want to go to McDonnies for some spamburgers. Oh well, at least he's not like Jaret. Jaret shut my lock again. Darn it. He shut Michael's too. So of course, Michael tries to go after him. Big mistake. He started running, and he falls down. So of course Jaret, like the stupid jerk that he is, bursts out laughing. It's just as well that Michael fell down. He's the smallest person in our class, and if he tried to hit Jaret, Jaret would break all the bones in his body. Me and Sandy are doing a play in Drama called the farmer and the tulip. I'm the tulip, and Sandy's the farmer. She digs a hole, plants me, and as the seasons go by, I grow. When I reach full height, she comes to examine me. When she leans forward, I lunge at her. Taken aback with shock, she leaps backwards. The she plucks my roots from the ground, and goes to get the rake to chop me down. When she comes back, I growl and chase after her hissing. She takes a swing at me with the rake, and misses. Another swing, and she cuts part of my stem off. Another swing, and she kills me. I crumple to the ground, and she drags me to the garbage can and chucks me away. The end. My favorite part is when I crumple to the ground. Must leave now, I hear the phone calling me.