Aug 23, 2005 16:14
Can I kill myself instead of going to marching band today?
I don't want to.
I'm not in the mood to deal with snotty staff members like Noreen.
She pisses me off.
If Caruso says anything to me at all I swear that I will snap.
If Gianetta says anything to me about me not knowing my music I swear I will snap.
I have a good reason for not knowing my stupid fucking music.
I don't have a teacher anymore.
There is no way in hell I'm going to learn my music now.
This sucks.
On a high note tomorrow is Rupert's 17th birthday.
And the book that I wanted to get came out today.
Must finish my other books for AP first.
That has to be done quick.
At least I'm almost done with Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.
Then I just have On the Road and I have to write my journals.
Thank bob.
Hopefully I can have all that done by Labor Day so I don't have to worry about all that stuff on my birthday.
Hopefully.
Whatever.
Going to go eat something, anything before I have to go to that hell hole of a school for goddamn practice.