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(same as xanga entry)
i so loathe october.
i have suddenly become very sensitive.
kind of stuff i can't explain. it's all bottled up. can't tell too many people about it. really hard to understand. i've only actually told a couple people.
+it's like, my dad is really freakin out:
other than my grades, (WHICH WERE EXCELENTE, 5 100's, other than stupid ipc which was a 94, 7 points lower than chem.. yea, use your math...) he's always complaining. i have stuff i'm supposed to finish by a certain day that i haven't finished. i'm too fat. i eat too slow. i spend too much time practicing (and yet i'm suppsed to be very good). why do you always want to go to a party?
+then my mom is like:
you never smile (she's never seen me when i walk down the hallway at school. i'm like a friend MACHINE, man. i'm tellin ya.). you walk weird (actually, i concur. sp?). why are you so upset? why are you so rude (okay. she has not met some of my friends)? what's wrong with you? how come your algebra grade is a 99? do you need help in that class? you know, you only spend 45 min. a day on each instrument..
okay. so if you want. completely ignore that little rant. it was like 2% of the steam inside me. so the other 98% is still bottled up. please please don't make me cry like my parents do.
cait saw mr. alan mitchell at michaels. that lucky duck. can't wait until my favorite day, sunday. only that means i'll have to pass saturday. which i hate this one.