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<center>i'm tired. really tired. though i shouldnt be. i really need to get a better grip on my life an stop bein so damn lazy.
but its so much more fun.
ok, so i have this big a** report due monday. wouldnt be such a big deal, if the teacher wasnt such a b***h. Ms. Porter, who, as it turns out, hates kids ((she admited it to the whole class, though it wasnt so painfully obvious..)) has to have everything her way or she will flunk you. ok, so i have to write the roughdraft exactly how i'll have the final copy. with pictures. and work citation ((which i still have to flippin write tomorrow. wish me luck on that)). and some weird little tag things that show which came from what. no idea about that. gonna have to find out ((she'll probably say "i gave you chapter blah blah blah to tell you how to do it." wink ).
i have to do this all before 8th period tomorrow. yay. *yawns and mews some*
band concert was this evenin. i think everybody sucked. but oh well. there was this little 7th grader who kept squeekin on her clarinet ((for those who dont know, that only happens when your mouth isnt tight enough around the mouthpeice and the little wooden thingie "reed" messes up. )) and it was really loud. it must have happened at least 5 times. oh well. good luck to her.
man, i felt horrible right before i went on stage. i really shouldnt have, and it was childish, but i guess i was jess stressed out. i dunno. anyway. i was flippin over this horrible outfit i had to wear. when i had it in my mind, it was ok. it was perfect. how it ended up, though, was the total opposite.
i didnt get to wear my jeans. unbelievable.
if you lived near here and ever saw me, you would understand. there are 4 occasions, other then Wednesday's ROTC uniforms ((damn those blasted uniforms)) that you will ever, EVER see me -not- wearing my blue jeans. those are the two band concerts twice a year, and the ROTC navy ball. of course, next year, it will only be two ((less someone invites me to the ball, which i doubt, because i am droppin out. yay. it cant happen soon enough. i sware. )).
i feel horrible when i am not in my jeans. i have worn em for so long, it feels unnatural not to go with em. ((cept at night. at night i only wear a large tshirt and my undies. )). it jus feels wrong. i am all for slick black jeans, freshly pressed with a crease runnen down the side, my boot polished and a lovely dress shirt. hell, thats what i wear to school and i feel great. confident, at ease, feelin that i look good. i look sharp. but not tonight.
oh no. not tonight.
i had to borrow my mom's flippin pants, which didnt fit right, some of my dad's black socks, my moms shoes which kept fallin off cause they are too big, my shirt, which was PINK ((i do not wear pink. ever. that is the only ******** thing i own that is pink besides my underwear, and no one sees them. intensinally. )) and everyone saw me wear it. plus, the shirt that was suppost to be under it, my mom ******** up. she cut it too short. so it kept ridin up. you look at every single one of my shirts that i wear more then once a year, they have to go at least to my thighs. i do not wear short shirts. hate em. HATE EM!! grrrr... i hated absolutly every moment on stage. anyway. its all over and done with.
i am tired, so i am headin to bed. goodnight yall. </center>
 Silver_Flame118 · Fri May 06, 2005 @ 04:00am · 0 Comments |
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