*Flops down on the computer chair, sending it sliding into the nearby ironing board* CRASH
*Slowly scoots back to keyboard*
Someone kill me please, or at least kill band, it's sucking up most of my life anyway. I crashed my car, (well, not really crashed, but it had to be taken into the shop) my grades are teetering, and Mr. Dunn is demanding MORE time and effort on my part. I still have to check of my music (which, I assure you, I SO cannot play) that was due last week... my legs hurt, I need to wash my mouthpeice, do the laundry, clean my room, do my homework (did i mention i had a book report due yesterday for a book i have yet to read???) and *gasp* actually find time to eat something.
Someone kill me, or at least slap me for taking so many hard classes at once. Few- I don't even have time to read a book of my own choosing, much less play on the computer, so I'm afraid it might be abandoned for *sob* a few weeks.
I'm happy if I get six hours of sleep and I'm so dead on the weekends that going out and having fun is like a hazy dream that you try to remember after you woke up.
And boys still suck, but that's not surprising.
I doubt I'm going to go to homecoming, just because I don't have anybody to go with other than (maybe) a couple friends.
Good news... good news... Ah yes, I got the order form for my class ring today!... well, that's not really good news (the cheapest one is about $170 i think) but still...
Annoying thing that happened today- I normally wear guys clothes (particularly jeans) just because they fit better and because everyone but Old Navy believes that every girl over 5'9" should have to walk around naked until they decide to shrink. Well, I had just changed my shirt from band and I was walking out of the girl's bathroom when one of these two black guys (no, I'm not being racist- this is just how the stereotypical ones act) said, "Eh, she looks like a guy!"
Normally, I reason myself out of being embaressed ("Do I really care what they says when I don't respect or admire them in any way?" wink but it just made me self-conscious enough that it planted a tiny seed of discomfort in my mind. Yes, I weigh more than the average stick, and I'm taller than the average giggling air-head, but they could have had just a LITTLE bit of tact.
I know I shouldn't worry about it- I don't worry about making myself look "girly" until after marching season is over after all, but it just bothered me. Did they think that I was a guy trying to sneak into the girl's bathroom or something?
Besides, I'm one of the girl's who doesn't need a stall to change (because I'm not taking off my bra and we're all girls anyway) so I know for a fact that there are girl that can testify as to my gender.
It's not the first time it's happened either, as I seem to recall a vague memory of something that happened in elementary, but the kids there are a little bit worse than the ones at highschool anyway.
OH- I forgot to mention that I ignored them and acted like I didn't hear them and walked away. If I had stopped and talked to them, they would have known that they had hit a nerve anyway.
It was also kinda bothersome because, to me, I look very obviously like a girl. Maybe it's just me, but I think you don't have to wear short skirts and a slutty attitude to be feminine. But again, that's just me.
One more thing- girl's pants suck for marching because they're so damn tight and make your crotch sweat to a very gross extent. So, the guy's pants really do have a useful quality- VENTILATION.
Anyways, that's my summary of the past five days.
Melanie, if you counsel me any more I'm going to have to start paying you per post. wink
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