Sunday, February 5, 2006

let me just say: oh my fucking god. my day was so fucking stressful. so after i got up this morning i went and played some actual DDR. not on controller, but on my dance pad and i tried doing standard and i averaged B's, so i could be our standard player at the DDR event until Bryan gets there. so i did that for about an hour, which really tired me out. so then, I Will Survive on heavy in Dance Master Mode has REALLY been giving me problems lately. the goal is to get letter grade A or higher. and i keep missing at least 1 step and it gives me a B and then i fail. wtf? mostly greats and perfects, but 1 good and i'm failed. so i played that song for an hour and i STILL haven't passed it. so while i was playing it for that hour, mom comes in and was all, "i want you to stop playing and do your chores," then leaves. but i REALLY wanted to pass this song so i can move on in Dance Master mode, but i STILL don't pass it. so she comes in later and was all, "i'm serious, i want you off and doing your chores. i'm not waiting another week for you to do them." and she just stands in the doorway and i still don't move so she uses all the usual threats of not paying me and grounding me from the Internet. but i still don't move. so she comes in again later and she FORCIBLY drags me out of the room and drives me out to Lucky Peak. the water was really low, which made me sad, but hopefully with all the rain and snow we got this year, there'll be a lot of run off. anyways, so i wander the lower water areas and i run off just to scare mom and make her worry. serve her right for forcing me against my will. not that i didn't think about making her worst fear come true, which, there, would have been finding a steep enough area, jumping off and landing in the water. but that would only have seriously hurt me and not killed me. there were people nearby anyways, so they would have rescued me. so i eventually wander back and when we get home i do my chores and later ask when i get paid and mom was all, "oh no, you don't get paid until you vacuum." and i'm just thinking, "wtf! AGAIN with the expecting to be able to read your mind and know what all my chores are!" and i was like, "you didn't tell me i had to vacuum!" and she was like, "yes i did, i've been telling you all week." no she fucking hasn't.
then i had another pep band game tonight. and Bryan was actually there tonight. and i went there all upset about the day and as soon as he came over and sat with me i felt SO much better. we seem to have that affect on each other. he said on Thursday that, for some reason, he was in a really bad mood, but right when i came over he was happy again. so yeah. and then Bryan told me about his day. how he had told Tom that he most likely wouldn't go into work today because he was a volunteer at the elementary choir festival so Tom told Dawne, their manager and she was like, "he's so fired." but one of the superiors was there and said, "no, he's a good worker. just suspend him." so he's suspended from work for two weeks now. when i heard that i was all, "then we need to go out and play DDR," and he was like, "yeah!" cause we've been planning to do that for a while. and he went on to tell how his mom was all mad at Tom, cause he ratted Bryan out and she was all, "how can you be defending him when he told on you?" and he said, "because he's my best friend."
and apparently, Chris, you're trying to set up Cory with Audrey. let me just say...: EW! Cory and Audrey! WRONG WRONG WRONG!
and Chris STILL hasn't been to Rockies, either, and we had plans that we would double date on the night of the first band concert. well, that's Tuesday, but i don't know if we'll be able to put it all together by then. but we can sure go for it! i think when Bryan told me Chris was setting up Audrey and Cory that we would have to all triple date. and even Chris has asked if we're dating again ^^;
well, that is all for tonight, for i must be forced against my will every Sunday morning to get up at 8 and go to church to worship a god that is never there for me.
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