One Of Those Days

First, I just typed this entry then exited out of it. DAMN IT!! I hate bad days!

Second, I wrote a 7 page letter to that chick I was mad at in the last entry. I think that we have agreed to disagree. I mean I hate fighting with her or anyone for that matter. I find it dumb and childish. I hate fighting all together!! I hope we can just chill and deal with what has happen and go on. I just don’t want to fight with her anymore.

Th rid, this freshmen guy started telling everyone that we fucked when we didn’t. He thought that it would make him look good or something. He said that he was only joking around and the joking got out of hand. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I called my band teacher telling him it was a lie and then the freshmen called him and told him the same thing. If he doesn’t believe us that means I can….we (freshmen and me) can get kicked out of band or even worse out of school. I can’t handle that. I still have another year to go and then I can’t get in to college with that on my recorder. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I really hope the band teacher believes us and not everyone else. I wouldn’t do that. If anyone really knows me at all they know guys really aren’t my thing. Well, yeah but that is a different story. That’s for another day!

I’m off to read and clean a little. I need to study for my ACT test I have to take this weekend. =( I hate test. I always freak out on them. ='( **really sad face** I hate people sometimes.

Go visit my wonderful hostees. They are all doing so well!!

PS: My friend, Gwen just sent this to me “Police in Los Angeles had good luck with a robbery suspect who just couldn’t control himself during a lineup. When detectives asked each man in the lineup to repeat the words: “Give me all your money or I’ll shoot,” the man shouted, “That’s not what I said!”