Douche Bag
I'm feeling pretty hostile today. Just a warning.
Today wasn't very bad though actually. I was tired in the morning as usual, falling asleep in english while reading some extremely boring story about Puritans. American Cultures was okay too. All we did was review for a test that I expect is going to be ridiculously easy tomorrow. I'm actually not procrastinating for once by actually starting my rough draft for the amendment project. Boo gun control! Anyway... rehersal was entertaining as usual. Skonier made me and Jesse go find his keys in the auditorium while the county orchestra was performing and totally disassembled the set. Ariel made us think he was pissed for him losing them, but he had them the whole time. Kinda funny actually, just kind of a waste of time looking for nothing you know? Met up with Marina afterwards and watched some of Dylan's match. They were winning when I left so I hope him and the rest of the team did well...
So I've been thinking a lot lately. Mostly about the asshole I call "father". His birthday is on Sunday, so that may be why. That means the Eagles better not lose to San Diego or I'll be in an even shittier mood then. Another reason could be me finding a letter my little sister wrote to him and has no intention of sending. It makes me depressed how she thinks he still cares after not hearing from him for over two years. He's too busy with his new family and his new baby to care. Oh well, she'll realize it one day.
Ignore me. I just need to write something down to get it out. I'm not complaining. I've gotten used to things without him, and I'm lucky compared to others, so I should really be grateful for what I have than dwelling on what was the past and what will never happen again.
On a funnier note, according to Maxine, no one likes Jesus. Silly girl.
I like Jesus - just for the record.