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So this Eric kid...
::Sigh::.
I came home from school today with a massive headache. This headache didn't go away, so I got my hair cut (since I'm getting senior pictures tomorrow whether I suffer a crippling injury or not), and was told I was going to band. I figured I should, but I was worried I'd still be blanking like I was in school (Sra. Aubrey saw me leaving and started talking to me -- in Spanish, no less --; it was like a ten minute conversation of two sentences 'cause I couldn't comprehend what she was saying and then think Spanish to speak back).
So anyway, I'm at band and my headache's leveled off (still there, just not spiking anymore) and I'm not doing as bad as I'd thought I would and BAM. Horn to the back of the head.
Methinks that if he doesn't shape up by the end of September, I'll go all dictator on him. Seriously, didn't even move his horn. So angry.
And ouch.
::Sigh::.
I came home from school today with a massive headache. This headache didn't go away, so I got my hair cut (since I'm getting senior pictures tomorrow whether I suffer a crippling injury or not), and was told I was going to band. I figured I should, but I was worried I'd still be blanking like I was in school (Sra. Aubrey saw me leaving and started talking to me -- in Spanish, no less --; it was like a ten minute conversation of two sentences 'cause I couldn't comprehend what she was saying and then think Spanish to speak back).
So anyway, I'm at band and my headache's leveled off (still there, just not spiking anymore) and I'm not doing as bad as I'd thought I would and BAM. Horn to the back of the head.
Methinks that if he doesn't shape up by the end of September, I'll go all dictator on him. Seriously, didn't even move his horn. So angry.
And ouch.