Do you like coffee in the evenings?

I just entered a contest in Teen People to meet Teddy Geiger, and I was writing in my contact information, and I put in my zip code and it said "please put in a valid zip code". Apparently they didn't think any Canadians would enter. So I put in the only American zip code I know...90210. Hopefully that doesn't change anything. Zip codes don't matter, do they?
I had a weird dream two nights ago. I dreamed that I was maid of honor at Lindsay's and Ian's wedding and Dale was a really fat version of Ian, and Ian came in, late, drunk, and in a gold tux, and told the story of how he and Lindsay met, which was that she was held hostage in Subway and he saved her.
I have eaten way too much at Subway lately.
I got a Music Festival award for deserving intermediate pianist. I got a hundred bucks. Yay! I didn't have to play in the band because it was only Wynyard, but Jonas and Gill did cuz their instruments were there already. I was like "its so weird to sit here and not be playing in the band," which Menzie mistook for longing, because she was like "you're welcome to play!" and she kept saying that, and I'm like, "no, I'm fine." I didn't really want to play.
I finally get math. For once. I even answered a question in class, which was so awesome. I'm sort of psychic...it was the last question he was going to ask and I was like "I bet he's gonna ask me," and he totally did. But I knew what I was doing. I was cool. I got it right.
What else happened today...dum de dum...I emailed info@teddygeigermusic.com and asked for Teddy Geiger's email address. Maybe they'll give it to me, I don't know. It never hurts to ask, you know? It's not like you have to ever talk to them again.
What else to say...um...lalalala...
Nothing else to say.
Ciao!