ugh, i SO don't want to go to spanish class.

Wow, Amy Lee has a good voice, But she's also very emo and depressing. Iunno.
Is someone talking to me? I can't hear, cause I'm listening to Wake Me Up Inside really loudly. Ok, it's done. Time for Paramoooooooore!
Decode! Yup!
Oh, crud, they're home. Had to turn it off. *punds everything in sight in rage and anger*
I had the yummiest snack! It was this cake I made yesterday for Dad's birthday, (he's 49, daaaaaaaang that's old) some ice cream also from his birthday, some cut up strawberries, canned cherries from the cake, and coo'hwip. Nyaaahahahhha Family guy....
Speaking of Family Guy, at Orchestra The Place Of Gayness last night, Michael had a family guy shirt. He's cute, but I don't really like him anymore. Unfortunately, he's one of the few people who will actually say high to me! Noooo! This is bad! I could get a bf, but I don't like him! And the guy I like is taken by Bitch Queen Numero Dos of the universe! (Bitch Queen Numero Uno being TiTi) What's a girl to do? Teardrops On My Guitar fits me perrrrrrfectly. I go around singing it all the time.
Anyway. Orchestra sucked fifty-five dicks. For one thing, Mrs. Samuel got it into her head to do a sectional. So she made all of the firsts play by themselves. This all sounds well and good, right? Well, it was in theory... (music theory, nyahaha) at any rate, I played like two measures, and then she said I was outta tune. So I played some more, but she said I wasn't with her conducting. So I tried again but before I had gotten to the second measure, she, in her special I-Hate-Jasmine voice, said sharply, "Ok, next person." (Yeah, I was first) Then, for them-oh, wait. Hers was perfect. So was the next girl. And then Ilene. Ugh, she played really well! I almost threw up right then and there! If she's concertmaster, I will almost certaintly die right in the middle of the concert (which could provide some interesting illastration for the funeral march we're playing!) (Honestly, we played a funeral march last year too. Also dance macabra. Really, couldn't we play the Wedding March sometime instead?) Uh, whatta? What was I saying? Oh yeah. Then the next guy played badly (but not quite as bad as me) and she gave him like a million chances and also she didn't conduct anymore after me. Then came the next guy. He was bad too, but she was patient. Then the last guy, who was cute! He played bad too, and also she was very nice. Then she started scribbling on her notepad. I can just see it now... Ilene: Maybe concertmaster. Jefferson: Ok, move him up a stand. Ashley: Really good! maybe concertmaster. Elene: concertmaster fo sheazy my beazy! Jasmine: FAIL!
Lovely.
At any rate.
I should really practice my music. I don't like orchestra, so I never practice anything.
And that, dear reader, is why I suck.
But I don't want to get moved up! I don't WANNA be high up in the section! I don't have enough friends, so I can't! And I want to skip the (ickypoo) retreat. Maybe if I play bad enough, she'll make me skip it! I thought this up during orchestra.
So then I started drooping as much as possible, so my violin was pointing at the floor, using about an inch of bow, and never looking up. I made sure Mrs. Samuel was watching. Then, at the end of rehearsal, I was hoping she would say, "Jasmine, may I speak to you in the office, please?" But she didn't.
Oh! Maybe i should "forget" to send in the emergency form and check for about a million dollars! Afterall, we are rather poor. So if I "forget" to do that, she'll kick me out for sure! Yay!
Oh, but what if even that doesn't work and all that happens is she gets pissed?
Oh dear.
Jasmine, darling, you've found yourself a world of trouble.
Screw world. Jasmine Darling has found herself a whole galaxy of trouble.
This is going to be the most miserable weekend of my whole entire life.