My day went from bad to worse...
Bad luck seems to be at my heels... and let me tell you it sucks.
Band show tonight. I did ok, but ya know there's only so much you can do. After we proformed, I hung out with some friends, then charged the feild at the DM's and left for home.
Oh geeze, the bus ride. Between the face-sucking in the seat behind me, the sing-a-longs of old songs and The Backstreet Boys, the consistant jabbering Brat Mattish and his "K-ris!" "Hey K-ris!" "K-ris!!", and the fact that I maxed the volume of my mp3 player and I still couldn't drone out the wretched noise, I felt the urge to shoot myself. And a couple others felt the same way. That is, all the people who were either sleeping or not singers.
So my parents went out to dinner tonight after the show WITHOUT TELLING ME BEFOREHAND so I had to walk home... always fun. On my journy home, I realized that high school is soo much better than JH academic wise, but I miss all the things I had there. So many people gone, so many memories... Had such a fun time there and now it's just like "Get to class, get my work done, don't talk to anyone, try not to fit in." Gawd I hate that. And I see all these other people that I know having a 'spectacular' time here and I'm just thinking 'lucky you.' I mean, not even my sister acknowledges me in the halls. C'mon.
Hmph. Life is messed up.
"How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember. Some dance to forget."
"Mirrors on the celing, pink chamagne on ice.
We are all just prisoners here, of our own device."
Band show tonight. I did ok, but ya know there's only so much you can do. After we proformed, I hung out with some friends, then charged the feild at the DM's and left for home.
Oh geeze, the bus ride. Between the face-sucking in the seat behind me, the sing-a-longs of old songs and The Backstreet Boys, the consistant jabbering Brat Mattish and his "K-ris!" "Hey K-ris!" "K-ris!!", and the fact that I maxed the volume of my mp3 player and I still couldn't drone out the wretched noise, I felt the urge to shoot myself. And a couple others felt the same way. That is, all the people who were either sleeping or not singers.
So my parents went out to dinner tonight after the show WITHOUT TELLING ME BEFOREHAND so I had to walk home... always fun. On my journy home, I realized that high school is soo much better than JH academic wise, but I miss all the things I had there. So many people gone, so many memories... Had such a fun time there and now it's just like "Get to class, get my work done, don't talk to anyone, try not to fit in." Gawd I hate that. And I see all these other people that I know having a 'spectacular' time here and I'm just thinking 'lucky you.' I mean, not even my sister acknowledges me in the halls. C'mon.
Hmph. Life is messed up.
"How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember. Some dance to forget."
"Mirrors on the celing, pink chamagne on ice.
We are all just prisoners here, of our own device."