Sunday, October 2nd, 11:19 PM
Just like there are years that ask questions and years that answer, there are days that love you and there are days that hurt you.
On wednesday, Ashley and I spent two and half hours at the mall laughing and crying (sometimes simultaneously) while looking for a shirt that matches her dress. we succeeded. just barely. Then we had sbarro's and recuperated.
On Friday, life was hell. I hate b-days so much. I'm not failing, but I'm coming close in government, not helped by the fact that that horrible bitch now has me doing 14 seperate assignments at the same time. Fuck her, I say. Football game that evening made things no better. We lost bigtime when we should have won. Fuck county, fuck morgan hunt, and fuck chris smith.
Saturday started and ended with a bang (in the figurative "WOOHOO" kind of sense, not the sticking parts into other parts and making love kind of sense). I slept in 45 minutes, but still beat mr. herrmann to the band room. Then RJ began to tell me of all the girls that have had crushes on me over the marching band season. There are a lot of them. Some, to use RJ's words, 'worship' me. Which I find quite funny. Then came the competition. We performed alright, but I messed up big in two or three places. After the show, the two cute drummajors from Briar Woods walked by... The really cute redheaded one looks at me, turns to her friend and says "HEY! I Know that guy!" which made me laugh a little more, especially considering the fact that I got the destinct impression that they thought I was a complete weirdo at DM camp. And then we got best drum major. I guess that was a day that loved me.
The highlights of today were; going to church, overgoing my limit on my william and mary essay, and getting in an argument with Ashley.
Like I said; days that love you, days that don't.
That about sums it up.
Love and kisses,
Andrew