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Well, I wrote an entry kind of explaining things last night, but apparently it got lost in cyberspace, so you'll have to talk to me to get another explanation.
At 3 in the morning, I was IMing with Jess, and crying about the issue, and planning my update, and my mom came down and said "Do you want to go to Muse tonight?" (Because it was very early this morning.) And I just started crying and told her how I was very angry at Mr. Soucek and she asked why didn't I ask him about Dan Ross and Mr. Edgar, and it's because that's the kind of thing I'm not very likely to do, that would be so... immature, I guess, to say those things.
But anyway, my mom was totally going to write a note saying I was too upset to go to practice and she was going to let me go to the Muse Machine show.
Well, then, this morning, we were tlkaing about Winter Percussion which led to talking about me not doing winter percussion because I would hopfully do drum corps... but my parents want me to work next summer instead. So next year I'm not doing drum corps because they want me to work, save money for it, and make the transition into college a little easier. Argh...and oh well.
And I asked my dad if it was okay with him if I didn't go to the drum corps show at Regal on Thursday, and he didn't care one bit (quite the opposite of what I expected... he's not like my grandma). So, I'm going to muse on Thursday, after practice, and I am a bit disappointed because I could have pulled off the not going to practice thing, which I was all ready for last night when I was crying buckets and was awash with emotional distress... but apparently 7 hours of heavy sleep (through an alarm, not my usual) can erase all sign of emotional care from you.
That or this is all the worst case of PMS I've ever seen.
=^n.n^= <---And this time, I mean it.
At 3 in the morning, I was IMing with Jess, and crying about the issue, and planning my update, and my mom came down and said "Do you want to go to Muse tonight?" (Because it was very early this morning.) And I just started crying and told her how I was very angry at Mr. Soucek and she asked why didn't I ask him about Dan Ross and Mr. Edgar, and it's because that's the kind of thing I'm not very likely to do, that would be so... immature, I guess, to say those things.
But anyway, my mom was totally going to write a note saying I was too upset to go to practice and she was going to let me go to the Muse Machine show.
Well, then, this morning, we were tlkaing about Winter Percussion which led to talking about me not doing winter percussion because I would hopfully do drum corps... but my parents want me to work next summer instead. So next year I'm not doing drum corps because they want me to work, save money for it, and make the transition into college a little easier. Argh...and oh well.
And I asked my dad if it was okay with him if I didn't go to the drum corps show at Regal on Thursday, and he didn't care one bit (quite the opposite of what I expected... he's not like my grandma). So, I'm going to muse on Thursday, after practice, and I am a bit disappointed because I could have pulled off the not going to practice thing, which I was all ready for last night when I was crying buckets and was awash with emotional distress... but apparently 7 hours of heavy sleep (through an alarm, not my usual) can erase all sign of emotional care from you.
That or this is all the worst case of PMS I've ever seen.
=^n.n^= <---And this time, I mean it.
