- School and Rehearsals
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jdgrl47
- September 27th, 2005
Hello, people who are better than me and my suck!
Today was… in the middle, as it always seems to be lately.
Morning: Green Day was my morning music. Swell guys, those Green Day
Bus: My headphones died 10 minutes into the ride. Meh.
Homeroom: I was late for it, by bus of suck.
History: Nothing of interest.
Math: I’m a frickin’ genius. I only did the first 5 out of 15 problems for homework, but she came around to check them. Well, I, knowing that she would just spot check, showed her some shit I did last week and the first five problems, and she bought it! Yes, I am the clever one.
Study Hall: Did homework. Yay?
Lunch: Ate food.
Science: Got bored.
English: Got yelled at (the whole class).
Spanish: Learned Spanish. Some kids were saying stupid shit about me. Eh, whateva.
Religion: Wishing for the day to end.
Home: Nap. Then rehearsals.
Rehearsals: Ok. The play were doing is “Here’s Love” which is a musical of A Miracle on 34th Street. Not the best idea for a show, but, oh well. It’s a show, I’m happy. We learned the music, which is REALLY complicated. There’s a shitload of ranges in every song, it’s just so BLAH! Oh, and Mike wore a Green Day shirt which made my heart very glad. It was the green one with the Celtic Cross and it said “Green Day, Kiss Me, I’m Punk”. Sure, he probably doesn’t REALLY like them, but… oh well. It was weird because I happened to wear my shirt from the Green Day concert, so it was like “Woot!” And apparently Emily made some new friends, but they’re scary people. The one named me “Tre” though, so that was kinda cool. But her name was Turkey… And now Emily is even cooler than ever because she likes Mitch Hedburg. YAY!
Home After Rehearsals: I realized something. I SUCK AT SINGING! MEEEEEEEEEEH! I heard myself sing and it was like… “Dude. What the fuck? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ATROCIOUS SOUND COMING FROM MY VOICE BOX?!” And that’s it. Changed my myspace. It’s American Idiot colors now. Yay, I guess, even though I don’t even use it anymore. Oh well. Now, it’s 11:00, and I’m tired. I’m off to the sack.
Thank You, Goodnight!