So lot's has happened since Friday night and none of them have been good! (YES WIN WIN WIN! not.) I forgot my bari mouth piece at school and I had a gig on Saturday so I had to borrow Jeremy Kent's.
A note about Mr. Kent. I find him revolting in every sense of the word. He smokes, He has an ego larger than the solar system and his voice bothers me. There are few people I like less that Mr. Kent.
It was an unpleasent experince. It would have been nearly as unpleasent if I had of had my own mouth piece. The rest of my band and I were stuck in a closet like room for over two hours. Twenty kids in a small room for extended period of time is a great idea. Good thing? I made some new friends (Christopher, Mitchell, and Stephen) and I planned the potluck (which is going to be off the hook!). Bad thing? gross people touched me and I found out who annoys the pants off me.
When I got around to the planning part of the potluck I had to add a whole bunch of people on facebook so I could actually tell them what was going on and when and where it would be occurring. Me and Stephen had a great conversation! And then I brutally murdered it and I don't think he's ever going to talk to me again. EVAR. Apparently I'm pretty good at that. People always tell me I am. It's very unhappy making.
On another superfun note! I get really stressed at this time of the year because I don't have any free time in the run of the week and then I break and sleep stright for 15 hours (or more) and feel better but still waaay overwhelmed. So yesterday when I got home at four (Which hadn't happened in a week) I crashed really hard. By that I mean my mother thought I was drugged because you couldn't wake me up. Two and a half hours later I regain my wakefulness, ate pizza, watched Glee and went back to sleep and slept til ten. Guess who didn't go to school today? Yea? I had a lab due today. I still haven't done it. I just don't see the point in working anymore. I'm to the point that even thinking about everything that I need to get done before Christmas turns me into a blubbering fool that sits in the corner and whimpers. It's dumb.
At least I have the potluck to look forward to?
