just read this and thought some of my devoted readers might find inspiration in it...

or maybe not. maybe you don't find this guy as interesting as I do.

*shrugs*

I had to take a make-up test for brit lit after school, which was sad, because it meant no after school chill time... Canterbury Tales? I think I'm all Chaucered out for now, thanks... eh, it went all right, I think I wrote too much for the writing part of the questions, but I had time, so what the hell... why not? Just because it says "one paragraph" doesn't mean I can't write two. Just because she said "the long answer will probably be about 2 paragraphs" doesn't mean I can't write 4. Hell, if you've got the time, go for it, right? It's not like they were really long paragraphs anyway... and what the fuck can you say in one measly paragraph??

Could somebody please tell me why I'm sitting here writing about English? Because I really don't know...

Hmm... sitting around in the school library more than an hour after school's gotten out. Tres depressing... but I have to pick up my little bro from basketball at 4, and I can't get home in back by then anyway...

So... ummm... chem test tomorrow, precalc test tomorrow, BL vocab test tomorrow... trumpet lesson tomorrow, football game tomorrow, all-state auditions saturday, work sunday...

as for the tomorrow group, the only thing I'm really worried about is chemistry. vocab's easy, and pre-calc is still review-ish from last year...

all-state is going to be the death of me.

And I can't wait to quit this stupid job.

Grr... I need something to do...

("me")

lol...

Hmm... I want to be at home... practicing my trumpet, studying chem, talking to friends, analyzing people's motives, feeding the cats, eating dinner, doing something...

I still have like 10 minutes to blow, though.

We only have one more outdoor rehearsal for marching band, and then we're FREE...

somehow coming inside makes us free... you would think going outside would make you free. You know "run away, run away!" and such... but nope. Going inside makes you free.

With band anyway.

And... not really free from everything. Just free from the hell that they call "marching band."

bah, who needs it...

I haven't gone to PE all week, it's also sort of a freeing feeling... but not really, because I know that I'm going to to have to go again eventually, and I'll also probably have to make up what I've missed...

Ironically enough, I was sick on Monday, I had the PSATs on Tuesday, we didn't have school on Wednesday, I had jazz band this morning, and I'm not going tomorrow... and I've still only missed one day of PE this week.

I could go tomorrow, and I could be busy every freaking day of the week, and I could waste away all of my free time sleeping, all because I had to get up early to go to PE...

but that's pretty dumb.

plus, I'm not going to early bird PE on the day that I don't get to go home until after the football game, which coincidentally is the day before all-state auditions...

screw that.

Oh no, I can see the "+" on that A floating away as we speak...

But dude, it's PE. Who gives an A+ in PE anyway??

So... all-state. I don't know if I'm going to make it or not. Odds are 56-7... not so hot... but then again, that's one in 8. Wait... then again what? West High only has 4 trumpet players trying out in the first place. So... half of one of us will make it in, at least...

I'll make it next year. I'll know what's going on, I'll know what the auditioning experience is like, I'll know not to slack off quite so much...

*cough*

Okay, so I haven't really been slacking off... I've been working, and it's still possible for me to make it in.

But... could've worked harder, I suppose.

Damnit, I like having my social life, though...

*sigh*

Hmm... ooh, I should leave in like 2 minutes...

You ever get one of those feelings that your life is like one of those bad TV shows? Like... not "leave it to beaver" or "the brady bunch" or anything like that, but some overdramatic soap opera that fails horribly and is cancelled after 2 episodes because it's so fucked up that nobody would ever believe it would all happen like that in real life... except it would happen in real life, because it's... well, it's your life...?

(That was one serious long-ass sentence...)

But yeah. I get that feeling sometime. It's not like it's a totally bad feeling or anything... life is just so much, you sit there and think "god, it's like an overdramatic soap opera that fails horribly and is cancelled after 2 episodes because it's so fucked up that that nobody would ever believe it would all happen like that in real life..."

I also get deja vu a lot.

Go figure.

But yeah... everything's like a bad TV show. Except not. Because reality TV is very, very far from reality.

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