Happy Vantine's My Toenail.
So there's no school, and I'm glad. I didn't want school on Valentine's Day, because I hate Valentine's Day. Why? Because it's another day of the year to make all of us single people feel like a piece of crap. Thank you freakin' Hallmark for ruining my life! lkajsf. But honestly. It's the only day when people are nice to each other besides Christmas, except Valentine's is just like Christmas. You buy people stuff. lkjasf. I only buy Valentine's for my really close friends...and the close ones that live far away.
Mr. Duby is going to be beyond bear tomorrow in band. Another day off, break net week, and Festival less than two weeks away? Ha. We're dead tomorrow. WCSPA too. We're working on Pocketful of Rhymes music. We have this week and next week I believe to learn all the music. lkjasf. I hate snow days! Especially when there's important stuff to do! lkajsf.
Last night was the pre-festival concert. Leslie and I had to drive Moma to work [Royal Oak...13 mile], then to school. We had to be at Sterling at 7 pm sharp. We hadn't hit Van Dyke yet, and it was 7:00. When we finally got to school, our dad was walking in. We ran from the far parking lot to the PAC in the snow, in long dresses/skirts....that were black. I look in the proscenium and the concert band is onstage, and Mr. Duby is announcing our songs. Shot. I threw off my coat and crap in the side hallway, and ran backstage just as Mr. Duby started. I couldn't go on. Close to tears, Marc comes over and asks me what's wrong. I explained everything in about 45 seconds. I was so close to just bawling my eyes out. Marc gave me a huge hug, and told me just to go onstage like nothing had happened. Mr. Duby just looked at me while I was watching the tempo of "the universe". Shaking, I played the trio and it was amazing. Everything else went well.
After the concert, I went into the band room, and just walked up to Marc and just hugged him. I felt so weak and pathetic. Mr. Duby's going to be asking me why the heck I was late last night. lkjasf. I'm just scared, and everything just hit me. Band festival is close, and I barely know the third movement of The Parcy Granger Suite. lkjasf. So Marc just hugged me, and I was completely shattered. I didn't cry somehow, but they were there. My tears probably figured they have harassed me enough as is, so they decided to leave me alone. *Sigh* I hate crying.
Today's Valentine's, again. Second Valentine's Day with Mr. Kevin Paul Sanger on my mind. I hate not talking with him anymore. We were such good friends, and we were so close, that Chris Sanger [his little brother] decided he and I were dating, and he didn't want that. He hated me for some reason [Chris]. But we even went on a date. Ellisha and I had a bowling banquet last year, and he came. Ellisha had to leave early, and Kevin and I were alone for about an hour and a half or so. It was amazing. That was my first date with my first love...but I wasted my first kiss on someone I don't care about nearly as much as Kevin Sanger. No one can compare to how much I care about Kevin. lkajsf. The second Valentine's. Wow. Two Valentine's Days where he's stuck on my mind, and won't leave.
Love Always.
Sarah Rae.