EVERYBODY RAISE A GLASS!

RAISE IT SKYLARK'S ASS!!

Guess. Who. Made. Jazz. Fucking. II.

MEG BITCHES.

So excited!! Gyahh!! I'm one of two sophomores. That's a little legit. And the other one is Skylark. Fucking. Skylark.

Just...wow...
I'm also going to be alone all next year. I beat out Ashley, but since all the other sophomores are going to be in Jazz I (Including Dem and Ness....) I'll be alone. I'm so sad. I mean, we'll have rehearsals and stuff together...but it's not the same....

I'm just so happy. My parents don't even care...this is a fucking accomplishment. I'm fucking proud of myself. I really didn't think I was going to make it in. This is...awesome.

I totally took everything in me not to just freak out all over the place. If I hadn't been with Matt and was with Dem or Ness I would've been like,"IS THAT MY NAME UP ON THAT LIST? DOES SOMEONE KNOW THAT I EXIST?? IS THIS A MISTAKE? AM I EVEN AWAKE? PINCH ME NOW TO MAKE SUUUUUURRRRREEEEEEEE."

I would've just...died. Right there. But I was with Jerry and Mattbun. So no.

Going to write on WWTC if my mom doesn't come check on me....

-Meg

THIS CHAPTER SHOULD EVOKE FEELS. AND LOTS AND LOTS OF TRAVIS FEELS.