Lapse in My Lectures

So, as you all can tell, there has been a lapse in my contributions to this blog (I say contributions like this blog is collaborative; it is not). I have been much occupied with daily life, and somehow have not found the time nor patience to come on here and record my musings. But here I am, needing to get to bed in about five minutes.
To start off, let me inform my readers just how pleased I am with Valentine's Day's decision to fall on a Sunday this year; I didn't realize this until lunch, but Saoirse and Phoebe were discussing how, if the holiday was during the school week, it would be impossible to walk through the halls without running into a "snogging" couple. The most amusing thing about these incidents (when they occur in real life) is the fact that the "snoggers" tend to look at the intruder as though they had interrupted something held in a private place, though these more-than-friendly exhanges often take place in a stairwell or even out in front of classrooms. Go get a room, snoggers.
Anyways, enough of my rambling on this subject; school was delayed two hours this morning, and unfortunately, I didn't get to milk my two extra hours of sleep. We did not even suspect that there was a delay until we reached the school grounds, finding them devoid of smoker children or any other students that tend to loiter outside in the mornings. We stopped by my dad's house and hung out with Lancy for an hour before I decided to head back to school, a little early. As I was early, I was able to ask Ms. Matisko for help on the rough draft of my French composition, in which I discuss in detail an imaginary trip to the Loire region of France with my family. Most of my mistakes involved the absence or misplacement of accents, so I wasn't completely clueless.
The rest of the day passed in non-event. I hung out with Saoirse and the usual lunch gang during lunch, and spoke with Stormy during Biology. Thanks to Stormy, my new nickname is Amadeus - I don't remember how it came up, but we were discussing Mozart at some point and she said, "Your new nickname shall be Amadeus." and I said, "Well, if that's my nickname, we'll have to find you an equally awesome composer's middle name to use for a nickname." So we decided that she shall be Ilych, middle name of Pyotr Ilych Tchaikovsky; Saoirse is Sebastian; Natasha is Frideric; and Phoebe, for lack of knowledge of other interesting composers' middle names, is simply Von. So a new tradition has started.
We are in the midst of the registration process, and it is quite stressful. I am weighing two options as the process occurs: I can either take piano classes for my zero-period, or apply for AP World History, hoping that enough students apply for it as a zero-period to bring it back to Reynolds. I'm leaning more toward the piano class, as I'll end up taking World History in my senior year anyway, and then I'll definitely take it as an AP class.
And now, for dream-related musings; I did have quite a vivid dream last night, not all of which I shall relate. But I will relate what I may. The dream began in band class, and let us, for the purpose of this telling, say that there is a certain young man named Earnest in my band class. So, in the dream, we were instructed to place our music binders at the front of the room (these held original compositions as well as the pieces we played in class), to pick another "random" binder from the pile, and to grade the binder we picked. I'm not sure how we were supposed to grade these binders, but I apparently knew how to do this in the dream. I waited for the oppurtune moment to grab Earnest's binder, as I had a special interest in his original compositions. I gave him a 100% and a smiley face, and when Mr. James came around to collect all of the peer-graded binders, he observed my grading job and offered me a knowing smirk. He knew exactly the motive behind the retrieval of this particular binder. After this moment, the dream changed, and I was living in a nice, West-End-ish sort of house with my mother, father, Jessica and Daniel, and some other people (my Aunt Karen was there, also, but she was just visiting in the dream). I wore a summer dress, and appropriately so, for outside, the sun beamed down and a gentle breeze (much unlike the 60 mph winds that dominated today) ruffled the hedges and green leaves of trees. I ran excitedly about the house in expectation; I was to have friends over that day. When my two girl friends arrived (I don't recall who these were), I brought them inside and informed my mother of their presence. She welcomed them and remarked, "Well, Earnest'll probably come over in a little bit also. He's been coming over almost every day." Just as she said this, we heard the sound of a slamming car door outside and I saw, through the window, Earnest marching up the steep front walk from his automobile. My friends, mother, and I greeted him, and the whole party moved to a living room of sorts, where we were listening to music and lightly conversing. This was about the end of a fairly pleasant dream.
Other than this, I don't have much to report of a fairly non-eventful week.