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before anyone says anyhting like why werent you at band o rama.
well it goes like this.
i was told to be there at 330. friday after school.
i show up at 330. the doors are locked.
mind you my mom is already freaking out and wont shut her mouth.
so then we just start leaving to go there without the band.
and i realize my hat is still in the school.
the school that is locked.
so now im screwed.
my mom took me there, wanted me to walk across the field and ask someone for an extra hat.
now how many of you could say that you just bring an extra hat just for the hell of it.
so i tell her im not going to do it, she starts bitching more, then my dad just gets the picture that i forgot my hat, and then starts bitching. we're in the parking lot. windows down. everyone around. and they wont shut up.
they also think i did this on purpose.
because i love failing. and getting bad grades.
you know. they're my favorite.
well i hate you mom, and dad.
and maybe you will read this mom.
or dad. doubt it, because youre too busy being a douche.
but i dont care, because you dont care anyway. you think i do everything on purpose.
and i like screwing up in school.
and you think i liked screwing up today, because i did it on purpose, planning to leave my hat in the school, and being late, when i was told to be here at 330.
but its not like i can make you happy anymore.
even if i try.
you both are not cool. at all.
there is never a time i dont see you guys arguing like children. bitching about who slammed a door. when nobody did it. and never getting over something, like slamming a door. when nobody slammed it.
i love band.
and i feel so shitty that i let you guys down.
but being told the wrong time in the first place screwed me up.
at least im punctual at being late.
sorry band kids.
for real.
you dont understand how i feel right now.
*and dont post dick comments because ive already gotten enough immaturity from my parents. kthnx*
well it goes like this.
i was told to be there at 330. friday after school.
i show up at 330. the doors are locked.
mind you my mom is already freaking out and wont shut her mouth.
so then we just start leaving to go there without the band.
and i realize my hat is still in the school.
the school that is locked.
so now im screwed.
my mom took me there, wanted me to walk across the field and ask someone for an extra hat.
now how many of you could say that you just bring an extra hat just for the hell of it.
so i tell her im not going to do it, she starts bitching more, then my dad just gets the picture that i forgot my hat, and then starts bitching. we're in the parking lot. windows down. everyone around. and they wont shut up.
they also think i did this on purpose.
because i love failing. and getting bad grades.
you know. they're my favorite.
well i hate you mom, and dad.
and maybe you will read this mom.
or dad. doubt it, because youre too busy being a douche.
but i dont care, because you dont care anyway. you think i do everything on purpose.
and i like screwing up in school.
and you think i liked screwing up today, because i did it on purpose, planning to leave my hat in the school, and being late, when i was told to be here at 330.
but its not like i can make you happy anymore.
even if i try.
you both are not cool. at all.
there is never a time i dont see you guys arguing like children. bitching about who slammed a door. when nobody did it. and never getting over something, like slamming a door. when nobody slammed it.
i love band.
and i feel so shitty that i let you guys down.
but being told the wrong time in the first place screwed me up.
at least im punctual at being late.
sorry band kids.
for real.
you dont understand how i feel right now.
*and dont post dick comments because ive already gotten enough immaturity from my parents. kthnx*