birth, school, work, death
man, I've been doing so much lately...school, band, work...and everything is going well but school. Report cards are coming up, and it's going to be all I can do not to put a fucking bullet through my skull if my mom takes away my car or my right to drive it because of the grades bestowed by the card.
Sometimes I just get so mad. Not angry. Mad.
A lot of girls complain about their "guy situation" and a lot of guys complain about their "girl situation." Well, in that case, you'd think there'd be someone out there for everyone...considering all those people are single and looking. But I guess things don't always work out the way they should.
Not that I'm complaining, of course. I would never do such a thing.
Then again, sometimes I wish people would pay more attention. Sometimes I feel like the song "creep" by radiohead might as well be the story of my life: wallowing in self-pity and craving attention that I don't even really deserve.
I don't know why I'm acting like this...hopefully I'll come to my senses and delete this entry like I did the last one I wrote in here. That was awful.
On a lighter note, I've really been considering trying out for band captain next year. Unfortunately, I'm not sure Ms. Rose would accept my claim of willingness to cut down on the horseplay, sailor talk, etc...but I could prove it to her. But then again, maybe I won't.
Bed.
Sometimes I just get so mad. Not angry. Mad.
A lot of girls complain about their "guy situation" and a lot of guys complain about their "girl situation." Well, in that case, you'd think there'd be someone out there for everyone...considering all those people are single and looking. But I guess things don't always work out the way they should.
Not that I'm complaining, of course. I would never do such a thing.
Then again, sometimes I wish people would pay more attention. Sometimes I feel like the song "creep" by radiohead might as well be the story of my life: wallowing in self-pity and craving attention that I don't even really deserve.
I don't know why I'm acting like this...hopefully I'll come to my senses and delete this entry like I did the last one I wrote in here. That was awful.
On a lighter note, I've really been considering trying out for band captain next year. Unfortunately, I'm not sure Ms. Rose would accept my claim of willingness to cut down on the horseplay, sailor talk, etc...but I could prove it to her. But then again, maybe I won't.
Bed.