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... but I have no time to write here...

I have to go for an hour long run (thanks alot, Coach scream ), make a dish to pass at our family picnic, and put up with my stupid dad.

I spent all of Friday, sitting around in study halls and listening to Pete b***h about his life and how everyone hates him. I want to be nice to him, but I don't want to lead him on, ya know. So what the hell am I supposed to do?

... Though, Bridget did say that he followed her and Kimmy home last night, so maybe (as cruel and shallow as I am for saying this) he'll leave me alone... twisted

I had a full fledged conversation with Verbal in my last study hall, just so Pete would shuttup. Verbal and I talked the whole period long.. mostly about how screwed up our schedules are.

I officially have talked to Mike four days this week... yea. Like Coach says, baby steps... of course, he's usually referring to running.

Oh and stupid practice was hell. We spent about 45min. in the weight room... which is loud and echoey (and I had a freakin' headache), smelly, and gross. By the time we left, my hands were red with rust from weights and my legs and back were black from the floor.

Then, after one of Coach's pep talks (which always choke me up because I know I'll never be as good as anyone else on the team) we went for a run... and I wasn't allowed to run alone. The group of girls I ran with ran down to the cemetary, and I couldn't bring myself to enter it. They just kept on going and ended up looping around to the front where I stood just inside of the gate waiting. Then they made me run through it.... well, sort of. I'll admit to doing it willingly, though it was only because I didn't want them to think I was scared.

I ended up sprinting through the cemetary to the path which meant that I was out of breath for our long run back to the school. My friend knows I hate cemetaries but that didn't stop her from laughing as I sprinted.

Then, as soon as I got home and put my school stuff away, my dad came in and started yelling at me for not ordering pizza yet. He called me a stupid self-centered brat (amoung other things) and said that if I ever try to ruin his evening again, he'll make my life as miserable as I'm making his.

I didn't even know what the hell he was talking about!!! It turns out he was inviting his girlfriend over for pizza and he thought that I was trying to get out of having dinner with her. I was just sitting in the front room, taking off my running shoes and he comes in and screams at me.

... and he's girlfriend changed her plans, so she didn't come down for pizza anyway. mad

... Yet daddy still bitched at me all through dinner. Phil walked in just as we sat down to eat which was nice, because he brought me a graphing calculator.

My clarinet is s**t. It hates me. First I tried to fix it as soon as I got home, but daddy told me that I reeked and I should take a shower (He said that I smelled like a rotten egg). I tried to fix it before dinner, but daddy was bitching at me to clean this and do that. Then I tried to fix it when we just got to the field, but I had a million pairs of gloves to cut the fingers off of. It seemed like everytime I tried to walk away, someone else would ask me to cut their gloves.

By pregame, my head still ached, I was covered in glove powder, and my clarinet wasn't fixed. Our seniors are stupid. My section leader talked all through Troy's preformance and so did the flute section. Sure, you couldn't hear their band, but that's no reason to be obnoxious. Our drum major was off hugging k-dettes so she forgot to calls us to attention. Then she wasn't paying attention to the other band, and had us start to march on the field for pregame when they were still going.

She makes me so mad.... stressed How much more of an idiot can you be???

Pregame sucked. The football players came on the field before we started playing. My clarinet squeaked because two wires, THAT I HAD MEANT TO FIX BEFOREHAND, needed tweaking. So I didn't play. And our drum major stood right in front of me and gave me the evil eye. Then afterward yelled at me for not having my music memorized. She said, and I quote, "What kind of a junior are you?" Well dear, what kind of a dumb a** drum major are you? I was so close to slapping her across the face, it isn't even funny.

But instead I put on a smile and told her that my clarinet was broken, and if I hadn't been cutting the finger's off of everyone's gloves to prepare them for the show (because she hadn't made the any announcements about what the freshman should have and have done) it would have been fixed and that I'd make up for it by playing twice as loud during the show.

Our field show sucked a**. Our sound was terrible and our moves weren't percise. Mr. W. really needs to step it up a notch because I've never been so embarassed in my whole life. Our lines had holes and none of the freshman knew what to do about that. So we were bunched up in places and too far apart in others. The people on both sides of me weren't at the game because they had other sports things to do... which only made me look like I didn't know where the hell I was going. It was frusterating and embarrassing and I never ever want to go through that again.

I played with the freshmen the whole game and taught one how to dance, scream, and cheer. Though, I think, more than half the time, I was the only one really excited. rolleyes

Daniel and I ended up walking half way home because my dad was on the phone with his girl friend and forgot what time it was. Dano and I had waited fifteen minutes and then walked for fifteen minutes, before we were picked up by Mr. VanAllen. I feel bad for always taking rides with him, but I was so tired and after those fifteen minutes, we still weren't halfway home.

My dad went to pick us up five minutes before we got picked up by Mr. V. so we got home before him. When daddy got home, we were yelled at because my father spent his evening waiting for the end of the game when he could have been in the valley with his girlfriend.

So yeah.. I had a pissy day, a trying practice, a sucky-a** football game, an exhausting walk, and then I got bitched at more....

And that was just Friday.
Yesterday I started my day off on the computer. But after a couple of hours, my dad came in and told me he didn't want me spending my whole day on the computer. So then I started cleaning and after an hour or so, my father said that he didn't want me to spend my whole day cleaning. So, instead, I hid away in the back bedroom and tried to organize my school stuff.... BUT then my father said that he didn't want me working so much on my day off and that I should go for a bike ride with him.

I didn't. I stayed there, in the back bedroom, with my school stuff until he came upstairs and told me to get ready to go to see MaryLou and John... but he was taking his girlfriend with him.

I like her better than Lori... but I don't want to spend every waking hour with her. So I stayed home with Daniel and Chris and succeeded in finally getting a nice long shower and a nice long sleep.

BUT I'M STILL TIRED.

My dish is done, but now I need to go for that run before the picnic.... DAMNIT!!!
... maybe in a week or so, I'll finally find time to eat that candy bar that I bought at band camp, two weeks ago. cry

... and there's nothing to look forward to next week either... I still have a effed-up schedule, no classes with friends, early morning band followed by school followed by cross country. A meet on Wednesday, a game on Friday... and it never stops!!!

I can't help but think that if I had gone to Catholic school, none of this would have happened.

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