so far this week, practice has not been ridiculously easy like we naively expect every year. we did 75s and 125s today. but tomorrow and wednesday and maybe thursday, im judging these school talent show tryouts until 4:00 so i get to miss at least 45 minutes, so woo.
i cant get over this tim mcgraw concert thing. people continue to talk about it openly in front of me; in fact, i think there's a particular person doing it deliberately to piss me off. oh, and, for whatever reason, i guess the person who was supposedly going to ask me to prom isnt going to anymore, or perhaps he never was in the first place. lovely!
i dont want to work tomorrow. dont make me. i dont want to work tomorrow. dont make me. the keys. on this keyboard are sticking! the grammys have turned norah jones into a fucking pop princess! that's seriously the most depressing news out of all these misfortunes.
i had this dream saturday night that was SO weird i wrote it down. and because dreams are something you tend to put in a diary, ill write it up here tomorrow or something. not now, though. i just glanced at what i thought was 'i dream of genie' on the tv but was actually spin city. this is a signal- i need sleep.
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