10-Letter Word for Busy

Homecoming. That's H-O-M-
You get the drift.
Admittedly, I've been very, very neglectful. And I'm so sorry. Unfortunately, as my to-do list grows longer, my days grow shorter.
Drat. My time to write dwindles. This is the first writing for fun I've done basically since my last post.
Needless, to say, I've grown desperate. One outlet, any outlet. Today I started writing on the back of a test I had finished. Everyone else sitting, working on their stick figures. Not Isi. She's working on some novel-esque note.

Desperate indeed.

Let me tell you a little bit about my week.
Monday- pajama day. Warm and happy. I matched EVERYTHING like the superdork I am. Same day, I went to the eye doctor, who told me I couldn't wear contacts all week, as my eyes were screwed.
As if that could happen.
Also, band practice. Little much.

Tuesday was twin day. I was twins with Jacquie, and that was a blast. Worked on homework till the cows came home.

Wednesday? Service day. Went back to middle school and did things there. Finally got to see my old teachers, who I still miss nearly every day.
That was a half day. Went home, worked on homework until about 5.
Yes, you read that correctly. I did bits of my HH project as well. Saying it was overwhelming is like saying the ocean is a little damp.

Today was superstar day. I did not dress up, as I am superstar enough as is.
In my glasses.
Clearly.
Also, I had no costume, which may/may not have been the majority of the problem.

Tomorrow will be Friday. (Thank you, Rebecca Black.) I'm looking forward to it more than one could express.
It's not "school", persay. It's spirit day.
And I'm in the band.
Well what does this mean, you ask?
Two classes of rehearsal.
Early lunch.
Playing band songs marching down the hall to get our friends out of class.
Facepaint.
Happiness, more or less. Spirit. Pep rally.
Oh yeah, and mass, as well as an earlier dismissal.
Days like tomorrow are good reminders of why I like life.

Saturday comes afterward, and that's the dance.
I'm nearly trembling with excitement.
Not that I have a date, but not that I care. That would be unnecessary and awkward. For the most part.

Until then, I have to write a paper on service day for my awesome theology teacher/ neighbor.
Fun class.

I do hope your week has been as lovely as mine.