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Hmm.
So yeah. Today was 95% good day. For the most part, I really did enjoy it. It was good and all that. After rehearsal, however, it went downhill a bit. Not a lot... just enough to get me sort of "phneh". Like... my mom is totally all "grawr" about me not having a ride home, and then Joy asks if I want one. I said ok, but only because my mom was totally freaking. So I called her and told her I got a ride, and accepted it. Yeah. This sounds fun.
I read most of the way there, until Teresa got dropped off. Then Mrs. Newbegin says she wants to appologize to me for last night, and how she was mean to me. I didn't even realize she was any more standoffish than she has been at all during this ordeal, but whatever. Apparently she'd just been to a choir meeting and a parent there had asked about Joy and I. When she learned we'd been broken up, she spoke of how I'd "been a total jackass in San Francisco" (Mrs. Martin, anybody?) and how she was sorry and thought Mrs. Newbegin should know about it. And she says she was just frustrated at the parent for drawing her into it and at me and all that, and she was sorry.
Pretty much half-mortified me to have to sit through it, half completely pissed me off.
Thank God the ride from Teresa's to my house is about one minute. I was damned ready to be out of that car. As if the ride hadn't been awkward enough sitting right next to her and having Joy in a semi-foul mood because of the day's ordeals and ranting with me unable to say anything without sounding like an ass.
Sometimes I hate this.
Gosh dang it all.
Why does that have to follow me constantly? If it's not them, it's somebody else.
Friggin. I hate being emo.
So yeah. Today was 95% good day. For the most part, I really did enjoy it. It was good and all that. After rehearsal, however, it went downhill a bit. Not a lot... just enough to get me sort of "phneh". Like... my mom is totally all "grawr" about me not having a ride home, and then Joy asks if I want one. I said ok, but only because my mom was totally freaking. So I called her and told her I got a ride, and accepted it. Yeah. This sounds fun.
I read most of the way there, until Teresa got dropped off. Then Mrs. Newbegin says she wants to appologize to me for last night, and how she was mean to me. I didn't even realize she was any more standoffish than she has been at all during this ordeal, but whatever. Apparently she'd just been to a choir meeting and a parent there had asked about Joy and I. When she learned we'd been broken up, she spoke of how I'd "been a total jackass in San Francisco" (Mrs. Martin, anybody?) and how she was sorry and thought Mrs. Newbegin should know about it. And she says she was just frustrated at the parent for drawing her into it and at me and all that, and she was sorry.
Pretty much half-mortified me to have to sit through it, half completely pissed me off.
Thank God the ride from Teresa's to my house is about one minute. I was damned ready to be out of that car. As if the ride hadn't been awkward enough sitting right next to her and having Joy in a semi-foul mood because of the day's ordeals and ranting with me unable to say anything without sounding like an ass.
Sometimes I hate this.
Gosh dang it all.
Why does that have to follow me constantly? If it's not them, it's somebody else.
Friggin. I hate being emo.