05-09-00 Tuesday


Uh yeah...Yesterday was the big music banquet. It was boring...a waste of time. I thought about skipping it. But Beery decided to make it "required". Perfect! a required banquet. He made us sing! How much crap is that? I'm about sick of choir and all of Beery's required performances (that he pulls out off his butt at the last minute and makes us attend even if we've had plans for months) not only that...but he handed out the "director award" to Kenny! Of all people...He gives it to Kenny. No offence. But the only reason he got it was because he kisses Beery's butt. I'm just absolutely sick of Beery. He announced the list of performers for Spring Sing on Monday. Tyler, Megan, and I didn't get in. He says that the content of Love Shack "suggests" things. HELLO for cryin' out loud! We're in high school. We hear this song on the radio!!! If we can't handle it by now...then there must be something wrong. All of the solos are slow and boring. Two groups tried to throw in a little flavor...and he turned us both down. The audience usually falls asleep on their own. He doesn't need to help them along. (I'm in a REALLY bad mood)

~I could never be the apple of your eye...~

*sigh* So yeah...It hasn't been a good day. No...I take that back. It was a good day. I laughed like crazy all through lunch. (It might have something to do with the fact that I sat at a different table) Alanna and I had each other rolling. We laughed about that commercial...The panda one. You know, "Pretty Pretty dancing!!!" No one knows what I'm talking about. It's hilarious. She told me about this idea she had for a movie about the mafia. But she decided that it wasn't such a good idea because they might "Hunt her ass down" I didn't hear her right the first time. I thought she said "Hump her ass" So I got a kick out of that. I told her my kangaroo story. That's always good for a laugh. No...the day didn't turn sour until after school. (we got out early) so the plan was to finish up taping for spanish. (seeing as we don't really have much time left) We met at the park. and Kyle decided to give me hell. He can be so rude. Sometimes it's not so bad. But I hated him my freshmen year. I got over that and met Laurie and the gang at the other park for our spur of the moment cookout. I ended up cooking. Smoke all up my nose and in my eyes. I almost died. And the fact that there were two little brats running around throwing charcoal...getting everyone dirty...basically getting on my nerves...it didn't help at all. I could have knocked those kids out right there. They weren't invited to the cookout to begin with. and honestly...neither was the sister that brought them. She let them run around and attack people. If those were my kids/brothers, I would have bashed their heads together! I'm not good with kids. They're annoying, they smell, they're dirty, and they just bother me. I mean...I know that there's a time when you can be dirty and annoying...but it wasn't the time. And if they really wanted to...it was a big park. Why couldn't they have gone somewhere else! Children...I'll never have kids. I lack the patience. Hell, I lack the patience for most people my age. and to make it worse, Rob and Tyler were trying to comfort me. I was in no mood to be touched. (I get that way) and Rob kept trying to give me a massage. I was this close (fingers are approx. an inch apart) from smacking him. I have my days...really I do. I have a headache. and I just want to be quiet and alone. But NO! My parents have decided that we're going to have a "family meeting" tonight. I know what they're going to say. "Laura, the school year is almost over. GET A JOB!!!" *sigh* It's on the list of things to do. Just not my top priority. Because I have senior skip day (weekend at Cedar Point), graduation (and the 9 thousand things that go with it), a graduation party (that has yet to be planned), parties to attend (I've received one written invitation), and many many other things that I can't think of right now. So a "family meeting" is only going to make me lash out on them because I had a bad day. I'm thinkin' BAD IDEA! Ok, time to face the music...

~Sleep seems a dream away, and a year too late, words that can't be spoken, stream off my face. And I wanna be selfish, i wanna be selfish, you're my everything.~

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