So today, upon getting home from school, i was feeling rather squirmy. not just restless and not sitting right or something, uncomfortable in my skin. this is NOT an pleasant feeling. So i Sat down at my clumsy broken computer desk (which is held up by a bowl) and asked a few dear friends of mine what to do. my friends being immature and useless told me to get naked. As if that would help me feeling uncomfortable in my skin, maybe if i could get naked to the point of only being bare bones, sure! 

So i though, i know! ill take a shower! that always makes me feel better. so i took a shower got out dried off the normal routine. when i got to straightening my hair, i thought i want to do something new. At the mall a few weeks prior to this date i had seen a girl getting her hair done, she had a lady with a hair straightener  curling her hair. Well, isn't that against the point of a hair straightener? isn't the point to make it straight? well apparently (according to the internet) a hair straightener can be used for multiple things. so i set about trying to give myself the nice ringlets. i tried curling my hair like with a curling iron, that did nothing but static. so i straightened me whole head first. Stupid? WRONG! it helped! it made my hair easier to work with. so i tried again only at a vertical angle. it worked! now i have ringlety hair! only two because i cant get to the back of my head, 

but who knew! 

BLAH!@)$*!IRHASLKDGH

God Kill me. so we had a band concert tonight correct? and all was fine, concert band was doing great! some dumb @$$E$ dropped their mutes during concert band. And then we get on stage. Symphonic band, spirit of Herndon right? Wrong. we get through the march and its all going fine. its all well and dandy Mrs. Bonneau is smiling at us and she's going hurray! we don't suck as much as i though. Wrong again!  We get to English Country Settings and the beginning is awful. we get through some problem spots okay though. then the trumpets out of the blue come in 9 measures to late and and just want to get a tuba and shove it up their @$$e$. that fails. we get off tempo and frick up the ending.   Just peachy.

Alright its time for the last piece. By Loch and Mountain. great its scottish and we totally BUTCHERED it. Oboe solo, eew. we took it way to slow and the trombones were all off. We killed the ending too which was TERRIBLE> the only good thing was the march and the warm-up.

The thing that really gets me, is that i HATE band. you cant tell that from the way I'm freaking out, but i up-mostly despise it with every Frikkin fiber of my being.  The thing is, I have to do it. I'm physically forced almost to do it. And because i have to do it, i want to do it well at-least. All this stuff, Getting lectured by Mrs. Bonneau and getting showed up by Concert band,  reflects on me. i could care less but i do care about my grades. she could make up a reason and FAIL US ALL! I'm a nerd. Deal with it.

and the Immaturity My GOD! seriously! you would think you are sitting in a room with 4 year olds!  I mean, the Maturity rate of boys is 4 years slower than that of girls, but really. They can't even sit in a chair and Read for 5 minuets without Being total Butt-faces! 

I'm having a terrible day! as you all can tell. All i can say to this is, Get a life 

The book and the Makeup.

Well what a day it has been. It all was fine until a dear old friend of mine started talking about my boyfriend in "gay asian mishaps." oh such unpleasant images. Don't you just get pissed off beyond all reason when someone says something so minor to you, but it sets of this spark which sets off a fire of emotion that just burns you? no? well maybe that Is just me then.

Anyway, i get home and I'm so excited to just sit down a read. I am a very avid reader. Since around january 1st i have read over 25 books. they aren't all small books too! I'm talking big 500 pages books here! Moving on, I sit down in my chair and I'm cracking open a book and i get passed the first say 20 pages and stop. I've obviously been around writers in my time and i have to say, everyone writes differently. My favorite writing style has to be Darren Shan though. He's just so descriptive and the way he uses his words just tickles me pink! But this particular author, (L. J. Smith) has a writing stlye all her own. or his. i can never tell. But the way she describes these girls, its fantastic. She makes them all sound like Goddesses! (Another thing to note about me is that I'm a HOPELESS romantic) This started me off on all these rants (mentally of course) on how i want to find a guy who just thinks about you constantly and who talks about you to his friends and is most proud and amazed by you on the days you wear a T-shirt and sweats. 

But naturally, only that kind of guy comes in a novel. the last few novels i've read thats all that has happened in a way. Believe it or not, the book in on at the moment is all about Soulmate. And those Poor unfortunate souls, so sad, but true, who happen to have their soulmate be a human! god forbid! They just whine and groan about "oh how the night world is going to have my head because i broke one of the laws about falling in love with a human!" but its not their fault right? oh of-course not~ they are soulmate. SOUL MATES they are bound to be perfect for each-other no matter what. vampire monkey, cow or chicken they are destined to be together! try stopping fate now vermin! 

Moving way way off topic, the number one thing that pisses me off is when people cant put on makeup correctly. they cant put it on right, but they wear HUGE amounts of it! you just want to weep and fix it for them! most of said persons are actually very pretty! but they wear way to much makeup and they look like hoes! I like to pride myself in being semi-courteous to people, but sometimes you just have to walk up the someone and say "Dude! learn how to put on makeup for Christ's sake!" 

Will someone please do that for me?