um, sorry...

...for all the "fucks" in the previous entry. I was very, very, pissed. Also, the stupid laptop wouldn't work very well.
(Maybe I said "shit" a couple of times, too)
My concert last night did suck, though. No one talked to me, at all. Like, I went up to someone, said something, they reply, they leave. It even happened with Mr. Frumpie Nerdy Turdy Homeschooled Mountain Dwelling Dork Boy himself. Maybe it was my perfume. Do you think? I always wear Paris Hilton/Jordache from the dollar store, and it smells reeeeeeally good, but maybe people don't like it? Should I take to wearing Chanel No 5? My grandma in Pennsylvania has some. I could ask her to mail me some.
... Or maybe it was my hair. I was just wearing my normal hairdo, but I curled it too, and I looked so darn cute that maybe everyone was jealous. (not.)
Or maybe they didn't like my clothes. I had on a long black velvet skirt, black tights (ew), black ballet flats, a white corset top layered over a white collared blouse, (and, because that flattened my chest to abnormal porportions, I stuffed it back to its normal size), gold eyeliner, and a huge amount of metallic pink lip gloss. I mean, loooooots. Taylor Swift had nothing on me. I was awaiting my very own Love Story. Did I get it? Well, soooooort of.
At the reception, I tried to find Kitty, so I could find Mom, so I could find the phone. (or camera.) When I finally found Kitty, standing by a table of kim bap and stuffing her face so full she looked like a chipmunk in a black t shirt, Mom wasn't with her. When I asked where she was, our dear little emo elf replied, "Uhhh, Iunoo. She must be somewhere. *munch* Find 'er." Well, that was certaintly helpful. "Help me find her!" I demanded. We didn't find her, but we found Zac, who in turn, gave us Dad's phone. This in hand, I went to track down the Puppy. Found him, talking to someone, and looking so darn cute I could hardly stand it (or stand up for that matter, as there was slippery kim bap and squashed fruit all over the floor.) I approached him perkily, smiled, and asked, "Hey, Michael! Would you take a picture with me?" "Sure, ok," said he. Nice response, I thought. He sounds like he's been pithed or something. So, he stood next to me, and leaned in a little. Dude didn't even have the presence of mind to put his arm around me! Kitty took a picture, and he moved away. Lovely. "Thank you!" I told him, still smiling, and ran off. Seriously! He's about as friendly as a pig on crack! Shouldn't he hug me, or something??!!!! Although, several times, once in the green room, and once in the reception, he did smile and wave. Oh, speaking of waving, that el disgusto jerkwad W.W waved to me too. I walked onto the stage for rehearsal and picture, and he turned around. He looked at me for a few seconds, as if judging if I were going to punch him, and then did a nervous version of his nerdy wave. I was so thunderstruck I half smiled and waved back. Now why the heck did I do that? He probably thinks I'm his girlfriend now! Just like Thomas, whom I oh, by the way, have to go hang out with today. Zac has magnanimously decided to include the pimply perv in his quartet, which I just happen to have to play in, since the so reliable violist ditched at the last minute. Not only do I have to play viola with Thomas, I have to play it in the company of a very strange and whitewashed Mormon boy, who's name I don't know. I suppose I'll find it out tonight. He probably either thinks I'm hot and should wear a bikini, or thinks I'm immodest and should wear a burka. Wonderful. No one ever sees me for me. They just see my big chest for me. (I admit, it's rather hard to get past these honkers into my heart, but you could at least try!) Oh, and yes, they are currently expanding. They hurt a lot right now, and are very tender and I have to hold my arm across my chest when I go up and down stairs. I'm lovin it. I know, I pretend to hate being a big boobed girl, but I'm actually very proud of my little friends. Although my left one is still bigger than my right one. Is that normal? Do most people have an unbalanced chest? Maybe that's why I'm so klutzy. My aerodynamics don't work as well because I have an unbalanced ballast. That must be it! Yup!
I went to Chinese school yesterday. It was really fun! I met this girl named Hope, who looks a little like TiTi (I'm soooo sorry to say it, Hope!) but is fun to hang out with. Even though she goes to the Academy. (I looked at her paper). Everyone's really nice, and I even saw that cute homeschooled boy I'm graduating with. What was his name again? I'm very bad at Chinese, but I am learning a bit. I can write the characters for "rain" and "big" from memory, and I can write my name. (Although I already knew how to do that.) Big is "dah"!!! Although I already knew that too, ever since I was five years old! Hua is flower! And xiao is down! Yû is rain! I'm so smart. Pinyin is very funny. Hope and I were laughing about it...
I need to go to Claremont soon, for the Quartet Of Doom and my Dance Class Of Doom. Oh well, next year I won't have to, as I will be in school. SHIT! I don't want to go to school either! HELP!!!!!
xoxoxo~♥~