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2005.03.23
/make/my\day\ today was retarded.  usually wednesdays are good, with the sleeping in and only 3 classes bit. but today was fugly.it started out ok, did wake up with a headache, which quickly faded. 4th hour, then seminar we got ice cream! and though it was supposed to be "silent reading time", steph, chrissy & i just talked and made fun of schriber. sorry schriber, but it's all too easy. 5th hour goes by...before 6th hour lauren tells me kyle dumped her!  wtf! yea, we knew they wouldn't last long, but things between them were looking good. maybe kyle got some sense knocked into him. err. then, 6th hour, i find that our test won't be tomorrow as i had hoped to get it over with before break, but the tuesday after we come back. i will totally forget everything over that week. i'll come back all, "world war what?" yea. and then my bus got abducted again, so at first i was all "yey get to ride todd's bus home again!" no, it's snowing outside, not walking home. had to wait for bus 13.while waiting, i find stephanie, who informs me of the bass line for florida- she's on bass 1, so i'm on bass 2. someone kill me now. mr lewis, please get hit by a car so i don't have to kill you myself. it would make my life much more easier. oh, and that thursday before we leave for florida- we're having band practice.  it wouldn't be so bad if we didn't have to be back at the school at frickin' 2:30 in the morning on friday! so if i just decide to "forget" because i'll be sleeping, that's ok with me, and hopefully everyone else.i really just want to scream right now. DAMNATION!!! life is gay. at least we only have one more day left of school, then a lovely week & a day off. which is going to be spent not memorizing band music for florida. maybe i should start practicing snare some more so mr lewis can see i am good at it. or maybe it wouldn't even be worth it, because mr lewis hates me. i know it. i should ask him tomorrow- "mr lewis, do you hate me?" "heh, samantha, i don't hate you, what would make you think that?" "well, first of all, i do wish to be called samm thankyouverymuch, secondly, you haven't done anything but degrade me since i joined this band." then i will proceed to take the hammer out of the percussion cabinet and knock him unconcious. from there, i'm not sure what i'll do. maybe throw his body in a lake. a frozen lake, so the rest of his body can match the temperature of his COLD heart. ha. sonofamonkeywhore. my mom even said he is a jerk in general. really going to go now before i get really graphic...american idol is on tonight, but they have to do a re-vote because someone was retarded and showed the wrong numbers. i hope they were fired. much damnation <3 ::.mélawen.:: |
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