|this is the chance i never got to make a move, but we just talk.
||[Jul. 24th, 2005|08:24 pm]
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I did a google image search of 'tenor sax music' and it brought up a picture of the music for pink panther. I know, sweet. So I printed it out and it's going on the band folder. I also printed out the alto music (joce) if you want to play it some time and look like complete idiots.
I'm going to the beach Monday and hopefully every single day this week so let me know if you want to hang out. If anyone wants, we can go at night and use my quarters at the arcade and go on the rides.
Not like they have good rides, but whatever.
I guess my im is working now but my s/n is BrkfstClb07. no period.
Screw Virginia Joce, come home.
My mom is being a superbitch about that party the other night. what-a-whore. She keeps bringing it up, how immature. She won't just punish me or have a really annoying "Your father and I are very dissapointed" speech, she just keeps putting it into normal conversations like i'm going to just surrender and admit to every time that I've gotten drunk. Please. She can't break me, I'm made of dust.
I couldn't make it to the LAST community band concert because my mom didn't want to sit through it or even drop me off, because she was "busy". aka, playing cards and drinking.
Total, I have about 650 pages left to read in 1776, the other book with a long title, and my history book. That's not good. But I know I'm further along than most of the people in my classes, except for Jim, LOSER. Get out of the house you poor thing. Listen to a song. Get a tan. Watch a movie. Live a little.
I keep thinking I hear the phone ring, and realizing it isn't is a horrible feeling.