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Happy(a day late) Birthday to my love JT.
Yesterday was a good day, but it was crap.
I stayed after, tried to play with jazz band...heather was really unorganized (as always) so we didn't play or anything, so I practiced the piano.
The I hung out with Rennee for like the next 3 hours, and then my mom picked me up and we went and got food, and then I went to DD (Dynamic Decyples)...its a singing group... don't ask. and then I went home. By the time I got home I was EXAUSTED!!! I wanted to go online to post here, and print out notes for my gym midterm, but my sister was beeing a bitch and a half and so that didn't happen. So basically I told Rachel to fuck a stump and that I was going to bed.
This morning sucked, I can't even begin to explain how it did.. it just did...
O and I got a track phone.. you know.. the same one that every one else in the fucking counrty has.. yea.. so now I have it to... not my choice.. my moms.. but ne ways.
If anyone needs my cell number for any bizzar reason here are it.
603-486-5263
well my dad needs to phone now. and I still need to write an essay on Louis Armstrong. Thats due tomarrow for midterms.. joy joy.. watch me be happy.......not.
well I shall ttyl
All my love
<3 Marty Pants
Yesterday was a good day, but it was crap.
I stayed after, tried to play with jazz band...heather was really unorganized (as always) so we didn't play or anything, so I practiced the piano.
The I hung out with Rennee for like the next 3 hours, and then my mom picked me up and we went and got food, and then I went to DD (Dynamic Decyples)...its a singing group... don't ask. and then I went home. By the time I got home I was EXAUSTED!!! I wanted to go online to post here, and print out notes for my gym midterm, but my sister was beeing a bitch and a half and so that didn't happen. So basically I told Rachel to fuck a stump and that I was going to bed.
This morning sucked, I can't even begin to explain how it did.. it just did...
O and I got a track phone.. you know.. the same one that every one else in the fucking counrty has.. yea.. so now I have it to... not my choice.. my moms.. but ne ways.
If anyone needs my cell number for any bizzar reason here are it.
603-486-5263
well my dad needs to phone now. and I still need to write an essay on Louis Armstrong. Thats due tomarrow for midterms.. joy joy.. watch me be happy.......not.
well I shall ttyl
All my love
<3 Marty Pants