bad week
Several things, though I'm sure some people believe it to only be one. While I'm sometimes shallow, I'm not that shallow.
My dad's wasting my time. This late in the year every afternoon matters to me and I was supposed to meet him twice this week already and didn't either, and I want to enjoy my friends, have fun, and stop being so fucking upset. It doesn't feel like it's going to work out.
Mr. Crouch is mad at me, with reason, but I don't feel like dealing with it right now. Unfortunately, I can't put life on hold, as much as I really need to right now. He e-mailed me at 10:30-40 this morning (I didn't read it 'til 6 in the evening) and said "P.S. We need to talk about your attendance to rehearsals and chamber choir ASAP." I was supposed to be in chamber or whatever that "thing" is, but after I inadvertently missed the second rehearsal (missed school as opposed to being late in the morning) I figured it would be stupid if I was still in it since I never even got the music and I would hinder the group, blah, blah, blah. I want to graduate. And as for my attendance to rehearsals, I went through Mr. Crouch's gradebook today as I was looking for the 7s history of grades, and decided to flip through Choir. If Danny and Katerina Selyanina have had A+s year-round, and I really do take attendance, why am I the one getting reprimanded? I know the answer to that. I'm just complaining. I'm tired.
I lied. I'm not going to do the interview stuff because I'm too whatever to do a lighthearted survey/meme-type experiment. Please, you're welcome to ask me (Torrey and Ben, since you guys are the ones I bothered) the respective questions in person. Sorry.
I sleep when I'm unsettled. The other stuff isn't worth complaining about, I guess. I just have issues, apparently, so whatever happens happens. I just can't believe myself sometimes. I'm really passive-aggressive. So, fuck off.
I acknowledge my self-righteousness, bitchiness, irrationality, and most of all, hypocrisy. Comments screened.
My dad's wasting my time. This late in the year every afternoon matters to me and I was supposed to meet him twice this week already and didn't either, and I want to enjoy my friends, have fun, and stop being so fucking upset. It doesn't feel like it's going to work out.
Mr. Crouch is mad at me, with reason, but I don't feel like dealing with it right now. Unfortunately, I can't put life on hold, as much as I really need to right now. He e-mailed me at 10:30-40 this morning (I didn't read it 'til 6 in the evening) and said "P.S. We need to talk about your attendance to rehearsals and chamber choir ASAP." I was supposed to be in chamber or whatever that "thing" is, but after I inadvertently missed the second rehearsal (missed school as opposed to being late in the morning) I figured it would be stupid if I was still in it since I never even got the music and I would hinder the group, blah, blah, blah. I want to graduate. And as for my attendance to rehearsals, I went through Mr. Crouch's gradebook today as I was looking for the 7s history of grades, and decided to flip through Choir. If Danny and Katerina Selyanina have had A+s year-round, and I really do take attendance, why am I the one getting reprimanded? I know the answer to that. I'm just complaining. I'm tired.
I lied. I'm not going to do the interview stuff because I'm too whatever to do a lighthearted survey/meme-type experiment. Please, you're welcome to ask me (Torrey and Ben, since you guys are the ones I bothered) the respective questions in person. Sorry.
I sleep when I'm unsettled. The other stuff isn't worth complaining about, I guess. I just have issues, apparently, so whatever happens happens. I just can't believe myself sometimes. I'm really passive-aggressive. So, fuck off.
I acknowledge my self-righteousness, bitchiness, irrationality, and most of all, hypocrisy. Comments screened.