will turner.

Winter percussion is cancelled.
I have nothing more to say about this.

today:
Health. Go to computer lab to research mental disorders.
Band. Basically a free period. Spent the whole time outside talking about penises and quizzing people in Spanish.
GSA meeting at lunch. total failure.
Spanish. we had a sub and did almost nothnig all period. never a happier day in espanol.
After school. starting to feel sick. shit. I need to go vomit.
Winter Percussion meeting in bandroom. Tense air and awkward silences. Offensve statements and persistant questions.
Feeling sick still. shit.
Catch the last 30 minutes of Bio. Some sort of lab involving fake blood.
Go home. Bowl of soup. Homework.
DeFrank movie nightt. Rick and Steve, Dana and Kirsten, Chuck and Evan. Make gay stickers and text Shauns girlfriend.
Home. Life sucks.

In other news, I have a will Turner sticker on my left wrist. It's BA, to say the least.

Fire garden.

BEFORE YOU READ THIS:
note that most of the time I don't really mean this. I don't mean to hurt anyone by saying this, I'm just trying to get my feelings the fuck OUT.

Attention LHS drumline and (maybe) drum staff:
I'm a freshman. and I'm a girl.
but just because I'm a frosh, don't assume I'm an immature useless member.
I'm not the best marcher. and I'm just okay drumming wise.
But I'm trying my fucking best.
Every rehearsal I walk out of there totally wiped because I'm working as fucking hard as I can.
And stop treating me like shit.
I'm just as much a member as you guys.
It pisses me off how you guys make fun of me and laugh at me because i'm trying to learn.
I ask a fucking question. Just grow the fuck up and answer it. Don't ignore it. at least I'm making an effort.
you guys piss me off because i'm giving up all my fucking time for this thing that I didn't even really want to do but I did because you guys needed more bodies.
I'm glad none of you are going to end up reading this.
I mean, it's just that freshmans blog, it doesn't matter, right?

P.S. I never thought that calling me a Bag Of Shit was funny. B.O.S. is a sucky nickname and I hate the bitter undertones of it.

live without warning.

So ask me what I did today.
Nahh, you don't need to ask, i'll tell you! that's what blogs are for, goof.

So I woke up and wanted breakfast, but we didn't have any milk. So I had a bowl of plain cinnamon toast crunch. watched a bit of a movie. myspaced. took out recycling, cleaned cat litter. blahblah. I was home alone at 3 so I watched a bit of epic movie and did some homework. I'd never seen epic movie before. it's dumb. Took a shower and some tylenol. Tylenol didn't do much, I still have a monster headache. I was so bored after my shower dude. I went through my drum music and drew lines where new sets began. I drew a picture on graph paprer of my sets, kind of like connect the dots, with the number of counts each move one. I went through all my CDs. I found 6 or 7 of my beatles CDs and played a bit of each song to see which ones I knew all the words to. I know almost all of them, of course. I ate a candy cane. I drew a fennec fox with pastels and markers and I wrote the date in pencil. by this time my dad and brothers get home. i installed a new keyboard and now, here I am. I decided that from now on, every blog is going to contain some sort of picture. If I had one right now, I'd put a picture of that fox I drew, but I don't have a picture of it. so next time, I'll show you all. haha.

in other news, I found my birthday check from a year ago from my grandma today. never give me checks, my friend. I lose them.

EDIT.

Platinum blonde life.

So, it really ticks me off how gay boys are every straight girls little plaything.
It's like "ooh. I'm going to the mall with my gay boy and we're going to search for hot boys."
Honestly, just because they like the same gender as you, doesn't mean you can just treat them like a toy.
"aww, look how cute my little gay boy is!"
Gay boys are people too.
ATTN GAY BOYS:
How many friends do you guys have that only like you because you can "gossip about hotties"?
how many friends do you have that are real?

Gay boys are people.
TREAT THEM LIKE PEOPLE.

the end.

Unsex me.

So recently I've been hating life.
I mean, just as it starts getting good, something pops up that sucks.
I fully realize I don't sound like myself, and I sound more or less like the emo kid I was mid-seventh grade.
But, really.
life sucks right now.

I hate Macbeth, cuddling, and drumline.

Scherzino.

I feel I simply must rant about my God-awful day.
still saving up for my iPod that fucking got stolen.

Friday:
4:00 pm - leave Shelbys duct tape club party to set up for the crab feed.
4:15 pm - lift heavy boxes and wheel them from the bandroom to the cafeteria.
6:00 pm - help Benjamin tape the lighthouse to the poles. mount lights.
9:00 pm - go out to dinner with Jacque, Jordan, Connor, Misti, Kerry, and Cindi.
10:30 pm - get home. Not tired. get on AIM.
Saturday:
1:00 am - sign off AIM. Go to bed.
4:00 am - wake up, kind of fall asleep. ish.
6:00 am - wake up, kind of fall asleep. ish.
8:00 am - wake up, give up on trying to fall asleep again.
8:30 am - Shower. get a call from Scott. "Come in to your wind ensemble audition as soon as possible". Warm up a bit. Spazz.
10:00 am - Audition. Go out to breakfast with mom. Wait around Office Max FOREVER for the stupid programs to be done. Go to Lisa Marshiks place only to find that the stupid auction baskets have already been loaded and are on the way to the school, even though she could have told us on the phone a couple minutes before.
12:20 pm - arrive at school. Dick around a bit. Place pencils next to auction sign up sheets. pour cocktail sauce into little cups.
2:30 pm - freak out about a missing table.
3:45 pm - do my makeup, find that my shirt is extremely revealing and my zipper on my pants broke. go on a mission to find a safety pin for my pants and an undershirt. don't find them. freak out.
4:00 pm - people get there. steal an undershirt off max's body.
6:00 pm - serve my table. fuck ,I'm getting tired.
8:00 pm - people are starting to tell me I look stoned. Max laughs at me whenever he walks past. I'm clearly very tired. Still serving my table.
8:45 pm - Take a small break. Find that Caitlyn split my tip jar. I spent all fucking day at that damn school and I make 11 dollars. Drink my 8th diet coke of the day.
9:00 pm - can't take it anymore. Caffeine hasn't even kicked in. Falling asleep on my mothers shoulder. insist I come home.
9:15 pm - caffeine kicks in. I'm no longer tired.
11:26 pm - still. not. fucking. tired.