Bah.

This weekend failed.  Okay, so no, it didn't.  My mother decided to get me new jeans, which is kinda cool although I actually like my baggy jeans as well as my new, awesome-winning tight black ones, so whatever; I had a kickass piano class; I loved the Princeton woman; I'm vaguely wanting to go to Yale now on the condition that my Tessa goes (OH MY GOD, ROOMING WITH MY TESSTHING. FOUR YEARS TOGETHER. DO YOU KNOW HOW WONDERFUL MY LIFE WOULD BE WITH MY TESSTHING BACK AT LAST? Ye gods, I miss my heart-sister), My mom wants to get me a dress (although I have to talk her into the sleeveless; I hate the sleeves, sorry mom and dad), and the musical is vaguely functional.  So that's all really good. And I watched some One Piece, which is... mildly good? *Shrug* Whatever. It takes too long.

On the other hand, I had musical rehearsal for hours on end.  I haven't written my English paper.  I'm feeling shitty and guilty and I didn't get enough sleep 'cause I watched OP and couldn't sleep. I actually vaguely want to curl up and die. I didn't get to RP or write at all this weekend. I'm gonna get a detention for skipping that bloody stupid Field Day.

But it's all mildly alleviated by the fact that Scotty B ACTUALLY SAID THE BITCH SOPRANO'S NAME IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CHOIR AS NEEDING TO HEAR ABOUT BLEND AND INTONATION. My day is made.

Edit: I just made up a new word. Ostracization. In the context of Kafka's tales of death by ostracization.

My email to my English teacher:
"Here is my paper.

...I meant to say something witty, but I'm afraid it escapes me at
the moment. Oh well."

His reply:
"I'll just wait for "witty" tomorrow in class... ;-)"

YAAAAY! I LOVE YOU TOO DOC!