Oh no... I have orchestra in an hour or so. Or rather, I have to leave for orchestra in an hour or so, because I have to go early and set up, and not only that, I have to ride with Mr White Boy I-Hate-Everyone-Who-Isn't-Full-Blooded-American Anthony (who DARES to share a name with my homie who made retreat bearable!). And so I am not looking overmuch forward to this wonderful system of carpooling. It seems to be a blight on the fabric of my blighted life, a fly in the ointment of my buggy existence. It's not my first choice of how to spend a lovely Sunday afternoon.
Besides, it's the last day before I have to go to school.... and how perfect is that? Instead of frolicking happily in fields of wildflowers and drinking coffee and painting my nails and etcetera, I get to go sit inside a stuffy old room with eighty pretentious musicians who all dislike me, playing my violin which also dislikes me, and listening to a pair of old people drone on about how music is essential to life, particularly classical music as played by their perfectissimo orchestra. And they also dislike me. (On one point, however, I do agree, music IS essential to life, just maybe not The Light Cavalry Overture and Marche Millitaire Francaise. Ya get me?
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