German ducks named Brendon and Michael.... Wait, what??

Today was fun.
It was an A-day, which was AMAZING.

I ran the mile run in P.E. I got full points (:
Then, in English, we talked about gangs, drugs, and pornography. It wasn't even part of the curriculum. My teacher went to a gang conference over the weekend and she learned about how joining gangs could lead to immoral behavior, such as becoming addicted to and created drugs, pornography, etc.
In seminary, I felt the Spirit more than ever.
In band, we had an evil substitute. ): Our teacher, when I walked into jazz band in the morning, was explaining that his body was poisoning itself. He couldn't move his fingers or anything. He has cancer, and it just seems to get worse and worse. Poor Mr. Decker. =|


After school, I went to Joel's house to see his baby ducks. I also met his dogs and cats. He also had fish and mice but I didn't see them. Then we (Sean, Hayden, Brendon, Michael, Steevey, and me) went to my stake center and hung out there. Sean and Hayden "accidently" dropped my stuff in a fenced-in area. It was a big long dramatic story I don't want to tell, but Brendon's little brothers came to the rescue and collected all the papers (I'm just glad they were so small!)

Then later I went back to the stake center to learn a German dance for the Oquirr Mountain Temple Celebration. It was fun. Michael's in the Scottish group, which met an hour earlier than my group, but he stayed and watched and such. Then after he told me he gave up. He said this a lot, but I think this time he means it. He's giving up on everything, I suppose...he didn't specify. I'm guessing he means, like, everything that has to do with fighting over me with Joel and Brendon, and stuff like that. But I'm not sure...

On Facebook a few hours ago, Brendon was really down. It seems like every night he is. He's just been so emo/depressed recently...it's really sad and it scared me half to death. I went on a rant about him and that seemed to cheer him up...a little.