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laugh when you can, apologize when you should
& let go of what you can't change
so...it's just been one of those days. you know, everything seems to fall apart, you trip, spill your milk, fail a test...except its a little worse than that.
I've been sick all weekend which really sucked, but yesterday i stayed home from school so i decided i HAD to go today. so i went to school but i sound raspy at best, sometimes my voice is completely gone. the morning was eh ok and boring. Had to take the bus with Nan cause she decided to break up with eric and he won't be giving us rides anymore. But besides that, i really do think she did the right thing. She's so pretty and smart, she deserves better. i went to PE and did some gov't hw. then i went to practice my harp in the orchestra room and i totally forgot that the concert is tomorrow. damn. and i have to make a dessert for the potluck. great. add it to the list.
then english was ok...lunch...ok...government test went ok? not sure.
At 4:00 i went to pick up my orchestra dress, but i had to wait in line cause it was the last day to pick it up, and apparently i'm not the only procrastinator. So I finally get up to the front of the line and the lady asks me what size i need. So i tell her that the dress i had last year was a size 2. Well...she just gives me a look and starts laughing and shaking her head. Then she starts to ARGUE with me about it! she was like "No way, honey...you must be mistaken. You DO NOT look like a size 2. Here's a 6" ... WHAT?!? I was completely humiliated and I felt like crying. I started to plead with her..."maybe a size 4?" but she wouldnt give in. so she told me to go try it on and come back. well i was already late and missed my bus so i figured hey, what the hell. so i tried it on in the harp room and i could literally wear it over my clothes...and fit another person in there with me. not to mention the thing dragged about a foot on the ground. so i went back and i told her it didnt fit. but she starts laughing again and "nicely" explains that she just gave out the last of the dresses...GRRRR! so now im stuck with this ugly black bag. great.
ok so i feel a little guilty about ranting about my little problems. Erin gave me a ride home and i rush in the house to grab a bite to eat before my lesson...and my phone rang. it was kerry's mom. whoa...i was kind of freaked out and confused...but she started to explain that he's back in the hospital with another collapsed lung, and that i should call him in a while. awwww...I felt really bad for him. that really sucks. I did call him after my lesson, of course. He has surgery tomorrow but he's supposed to call me after to reasure me he's alright. poor kid.
sooo, i went to my lesson...
I talked to Laurie about Sarajane's suggestion that i play music for the refugees...but she didnt seem to like the idea. I admit, i wasnt too keen on it either. My mom went over to the Kelly base to volunteer with the Red Cross today. She got home in a VERY bad mood. Its a total nightmare...she talked to one lady who saw her son drown...and other little children are separated from their families and they dont even know their last names. They are running out of supplies and there is literally 6 inches of space between cots. It's really depressing that these people have no place to go, they're lost and they lost everything. It makes me feel so helpless...i just dont know what i can do for them..besides pray for them that they can rebuild and continue their lives.
Right now i'm thinking that maybe my problems aren't so big. they aren't so bad. i have my family, i have a roof over my head, and i have my friends...even though sometimes i get overtired and fed up with daily life, i need to stop and be thankful for everything i have...i need to stop taking the little things for granted.
Ok well that's all. i'm really really tired and tomorrow is going to be another long day...goodnight to all.
& let go of what you can't change
so...it's just been one of those days. you know, everything seems to fall apart, you trip, spill your milk, fail a test...except its a little worse than that.
I've been sick all weekend which really sucked, but yesterday i stayed home from school so i decided i HAD to go today. so i went to school but i sound raspy at best, sometimes my voice is completely gone. the morning was eh ok and boring. Had to take the bus with Nan cause she decided to break up with eric and he won't be giving us rides anymore. But besides that, i really do think she did the right thing. She's so pretty and smart, she deserves better. i went to PE and did some gov't hw. then i went to practice my harp in the orchestra room and i totally forgot that the concert is tomorrow. damn. and i have to make a dessert for the potluck. great. add it to the list.
then english was ok...lunch...ok...government test went ok? not sure.
At 4:00 i went to pick up my orchestra dress, but i had to wait in line cause it was the last day to pick it up, and apparently i'm not the only procrastinator. So I finally get up to the front of the line and the lady asks me what size i need. So i tell her that the dress i had last year was a size 2. Well...she just gives me a look and starts laughing and shaking her head. Then she starts to ARGUE with me about it! she was like "No way, honey...you must be mistaken. You DO NOT look like a size 2. Here's a 6" ... WHAT?!? I was completely humiliated and I felt like crying. I started to plead with her..."maybe a size 4?" but she wouldnt give in. so she told me to go try it on and come back. well i was already late and missed my bus so i figured hey, what the hell. so i tried it on in the harp room and i could literally wear it over my clothes...and fit another person in there with me. not to mention the thing dragged about a foot on the ground. so i went back and i told her it didnt fit. but she starts laughing again and "nicely" explains that she just gave out the last of the dresses...GRRRR! so now im stuck with this ugly black bag. great.
ok so i feel a little guilty about ranting about my little problems. Erin gave me a ride home and i rush in the house to grab a bite to eat before my lesson...and my phone rang. it was kerry's mom. whoa...i was kind of freaked out and confused...but she started to explain that he's back in the hospital with another collapsed lung, and that i should call him in a while. awwww...I felt really bad for him. that really sucks. I did call him after my lesson, of course. He has surgery tomorrow but he's supposed to call me after to reasure me he's alright. poor kid.
sooo, i went to my lesson...
I talked to Laurie about Sarajane's suggestion that i play music for the refugees...but she didnt seem to like the idea. I admit, i wasnt too keen on it either. My mom went over to the Kelly base to volunteer with the Red Cross today. She got home in a VERY bad mood. Its a total nightmare...she talked to one lady who saw her son drown...and other little children are separated from their families and they dont even know their last names. They are running out of supplies and there is literally 6 inches of space between cots. It's really depressing that these people have no place to go, they're lost and they lost everything. It makes me feel so helpless...i just dont know what i can do for them..besides pray for them that they can rebuild and continue their lives.
Right now i'm thinking that maybe my problems aren't so big. they aren't so bad. i have my family, i have a roof over my head, and i have my friends...even though sometimes i get overtired and fed up with daily life, i need to stop and be thankful for everything i have...i need to stop taking the little things for granted.
Ok well that's all. i'm really really tired and tomorrow is going to be another long day...goodnight to all.