I knowz. Stupid football team...
O_O ...
I kind of do like the idea of Spencer and Yellow. Spencer is growing on me. I'm nearly finished with the Yellow arc. And it's really interesting. I didn't want to stop reading last night...>__<
Neh. Just read the Julia scenes. She talks crazily about a boy. It's a cute scene.
No problemo. Mary Jo's lover's name was something like...Umofia Okenyuuuu...Dead babies...Get it? EH? EH?
Okies dokies.
Soooo...what happened at band was...we warm upped blah blah...got on the field and it was lightning outside. So, we warmed up on the field and marched forward into our show spots-one of the clarinet freshmen was actually in her spot. And then...just stood there forever. So, they tell us we can't do the show because of the weather. So, Ms. lady starts marching us off.
But the guy in the press box just starts screaming.."GET OFF THE FIELD! DO NOT MARCH! RUN! RUUUUN!" ....>__< And then I tried to start a beat box game with all the saxes and Reanna. Reanna thought it was hilarous, but no one really wanted to do it. Sigh. No one sits with me on the bus anymore either. But Danielle and I had a crazy dance party on the way back...and I think we pissed people off. When I was singing "Shut Me Up" I was waiting for someone to turn around and go.. "PLEASE SHUT HER UP!"
Oh, and I thought the whole lightning thing was hilaaaarious. And Paige said my optimism annoys her. And I said...Jada says that too. >__< WHY YOU ALL HATE MY HAPPINESS!? Anyway, so I was having a jolly time..UNTIL they made us all squeeze on to the buses in uniform with our instruments. AND FOR SOME REASON...the parents (my mom one of them) told the kids to get on their original buses. AND OURS WAS WAAAAY FULLER THAN THE OTHER, SO WE HAD EVEN MORE KIDS ON OUR STUPID BUS. Then, this annoying little freshman sat with me and he would NOT STOP COMPLAINING. And then, out of the blue, he starts messing with my sax. And I said "You know, people usually ask before the touch my sax." And what does he do? "What's this do?" "Make this do something." Touch, touch, touch, touch...
DEATH DEATH DEATH...I told him to be quiet a few times...I said I'm sick of hearing everything that just happened repeated over and over. I'm a senior and I'm not complaining, SO YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN EITHER!