Thursday, April 6, 2006

   dfjasdfjasdiferfcvmdityajkfsdjf....
I just got yelled at. We were in band and I was tired of people talking and wasting rehearsal time because Mr. Hunley wasn't going to go on unless people stopped talking. So I told them, quite loudly, to be quiet. Mr. Hunley looks at me and just starts yelling at me, saying all this crap about thats never happened before in his years of teaching and blah blah blah. Bull shit. Kayla Agee did it all the time last year. When I do it and it works, he yells at me. I'm sick of this. This is the point where I just don't care anymore.

I'm thinking of quitting band. I'm sick of never getting anything done in rehearsal and having to get through all these other sections and crap. I love band more than anything, but this is stupid. I'm not having fun anymore. I'm just sick of it. I don't know what I should do, and I'm tired of not knowing.

Band has caused me a lot of crap this year, and I'm sick and tired of hearing how if my grades don't come up from the depths of hell, then Dad's gonna take me out of band. IT'S OLD.

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Friday, March 31, 2006

   OMG.
In an hour, i'm going to be up in front of 600 people, singing my heart out for them to laugh at me afterwards. I am so nervous. A lot of people have heard the song on the internet and I'm scared to death they'll judge me on how I sing it. I'm gonna do my best.

Josh really made me mad today in English. I was looking at hair cuts and he saw one that evidently looked like his GF. He started telling me that she was perfect and all this crap. I wanted to cry. He really hurt my feelings. And then he like, didn't talk to me for a bit. I asked him why he did that, and he was like, what, all I did was say she was beautiful and blond and had blue eyes and was perfect. I was like, all you did? I wanted to hit him. I can't believe he did that. Yes I can. That ass. I want to hurt him like he hurts me almost everyday. SCREAM. I'm tired of this happening to me. Why can't I just be happy for the SOB. I want to rip out his gf's hair and feed it to her through her naval, and then wash it all down with her stupid blue eyes. This just had to happen to me, didn't it? I had to fall for the one god damn guy that I knew I couldn't have. What the fuck? I thought I was smarter than that. SHIT FUCK PISS CUNT WHORE!
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Thursday, March 30, 2006

   today in band....
The Hunley's were out at a conference or something and the new student teacher took over. The Clarinets were being very... wierd, but we all handled ourselves accordingly. The Student Teacher's name is Mr. Chavez. He's really clever, and anything the clarinets threw at him, he retaliated quite well. He's a cute little dude. Really blue eyes, black hair and a very nice smile. He's almost as good as Mr. Isbul was at conducting. I'm very impressed with him, in other words. But this is only after one day. We shall see about tomorrow.

Speaking of tomorrow, at 1:30 p.m., I will be singing in the school talent show. I'm so nervous. I really hope I don't screw up and embarrass my self in front of 600 people. I need a drink.

Saturday is another big day. I'm getting my hair cut. My hair is flaming red, curly, and down to my butt. I like it, but it's really time to get this crap cut off. I'm going to get it cut to my shoulders. I haven't told anyone about the big change except Jessica Shearl, and I hope to make a theatrical presentation of it. I'm going to come in wearing a hat, and when I take it off, everyone is going to see what I did. Word.

I just hope everything turns out right. And the great thing about all this is that is I do really bad in the Talent Show, at least they won't recognize me Monday when I go to school and I won't get laughed at. Doubt it, but we'll see.

So this weekend is very exciting. I will try to write soon, but no guarantees.

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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

   Feeling like a Felowe
I missed you guys. not that there are any people reading my shit, but hey. josh e-mailed me back, and after i poured my brains out on that last e-mail, he writes me back about his wonderful, mary-less adventures at TTU with will and steven. GROWL. i know he was probably rolling his eyes when he read it and all that, but he could at least have been a little bit sentimental. Jerk. NOW I HATE HIM.
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Thursday, March 23, 2006

   IM BACK!!!!
So, I had an awsome time. I thought about having fun and nothing else. I'm glad I got all that shit off of my chest, because I needed it. All of those who want to see a more colorful side of me, go to www.xanga.com and visit Felowe_Frenzie. That's me. I think that I've gotten over Josh Allds. I just needed some time away from here, that's all. So I feel a lot better.
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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

   You know what?
I need to get this out. I'm sick and tired of being the girl that everyone is scared of. I want to be liked. I want Josh Allds to like me, just like I've liked him, to cry himself to sleep because he can't have me. That's what I want. My life is unsatisfactory because all I ever think of is how I want a boyfriend and how I'm miserable. Well guess what, I quit. This is shit, sitting here feeling sorry for myself because I weigh over one hundered pounds and I have red hair instead of blond. Screw that. If people want me to be nice, they've got to be nice to me first. I'm going to enjoy my last two years of being a teenager. That's what I've got to say to that. No more Miss Nice Girl. Fuck that.
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   YAY!
It's finally here. The day we leave this hell hole county and state and go to Florida. We leave tonite for Disney. I'm so excited. And then, after Spring Break, I've got the talent show. I'm already prepared for that, though. I'm singing Girl Next Door by Saving Jane. Whoooo. It's so me. Here are the lyrics:
Small town homecoming queen
She’s a star in this scene
There’s no way to deny she’s lovely
Perfect skin, perfect hair
Perfumed hearts everywhere
Tell myself that inside she’s ugly

Maybe I’m just jealous-I can’t help but hate her
Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her

She is the prom queen, I’m in the marching band
She is a cheerleader, I’m sitting in the stands
She gets the top bunk, I’m sleeping on the floor
She’s Miss America
And I’m just the girl next door

Senior class president
She must be heaven sent
She was never the last one standing
A backseat debutante
Everything that you want
Never too harsh or too demanding

Maybe I’ll admit it, I’m a little bitter
Everybody loves her, but I just wanna hit her…

Chorus

I don’t know why I’m feeling sorry for myself
Spend all my time wishing that I was someone else

Chorus
I get a little bit, she gets a little more
She’s Miss America


If you know the song, you know me. WISH ME LUCK!

HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY, COMRADES!
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Tuesday, March 14, 2006

   Good Day
The Spanish club went for a field trip today and now there's like no one here. Taha. They took three bus loads of kids. I don't even know where they went. I don't care. We're all just sitting here, plaing cards and checkers. And talking about sheet music. I had no clue that a high C on a Trumpet is like a middle octave C for a flute. I was talking about my scale range and Amber started talking about the highest note she can play and I showed her what it would be on the staff. She was impressed. Hey, what can I say? I'm not third chair for nothin.
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Monday, March 13, 2006

   Omg.
I am so tired. I just spent the last hour marching all over the school campus. I remember why I hate marching season now...I'm fat. I hate it so much. Oh, and I think I'm sunburned. Fantastic. We leave for Florida Wensday night, and I am so excited. The band is marching in the Disney parade on Mainstreet. It's gonna be super awsome. YAY! G2G.
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Saturday, March 11, 2006

   BORED
I am at work, I am bored, and I want a boyfriend that will come and wisk me away from this hell hole. I hate being single, and anyone who says relationships are a pain in the ass, can kiss mine. I'd rather have a pain in my back side than be single. GROWL!
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