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So it was hard last night, facing the music in either sense. I'm glad for those lucky few, but it still hurts. I don't blame Jarboe in the least, she chooses what she thinks will sound right and there aren't two ways around it. I made call-backs so I can't suck at singing, and even those who didn't make call-backs don't suck. It's a certain sound she wants. Michelle and I helped each other out and were close last night. Catherine showed up, she was the stronghold, poor babe had to go back to outdoor school and keep cool for the rest of the week. Glen was there, gave him a big hug. Was good to see a fun face. I miss him in choir class, it was fun. Anyway, consequently because of singing no homework got done so now I'm even farther behind. I'll have to catch up this weekend which means no beach trip, because dad says I'm still sick and need to recover and I know I won't get homework done out there. There is so much to do, but with what time? Finals are getting close, I take SAT's the weekend before finals. I haven't planned anything yet to see my boyfriend and if we don't get started talking soon there won't be enough time to plan something very close to after I get out of school, which means more waiting. Why don't we just extend it 4 months and wait for my birthday to come..I'm sure my parents would love that. Anyway, if they don't let me go up after school there will be hell around this house and I'm sure I'll get myself in loads of trouble. Oh well. What is life but more work and little reward? Like school for instance, I wonder how much it's going to give back to me for all the trouble and pain and stress and sickness and hate and sadness. Bah, why am I going on, doesn't matter. I am undone. I am not part of that beauty you hear.
-J
-J