i'm really mad at mr. munter for making fun of scandaliz vandalistz and saying we were a joke band. that was really pointless. asshole. at least give constructive criticism. he didn't HAVE to let us in the battle of the bands, but he did, and now he's whining. get the fuck over it. so we (katherine and alice) had a band practice from 4:30 to 6:30 so that we feel better about the music and all. i'm still not sure what my purpose is for being on the stage. i hope we get time to practice with billy soon.
after school (before practice) margaret, brock, and i stayed to read history essays. exhilirating. i'm so sure. brock read my essay, and when we left, he punched me and said i was never allowed to say that i'm a bad history student again. the punch hurt, too. maybe i need to start eating. we went to wendy's to get a frosty, but brock had to go home after that. margaret came over to lie in the bed, and we just got to talk and listen to music for a little, which was very nice. she went home a little after alice and katherine got here. the practice went pretty well. we played "yr 2 kewl" over and over, and "cinnamon" a few times before we drove away to the honors society inductions buisness thingie. and that shit was horrible. when we got there, i felt dressed really wrong and out of place in with my indie kid/feminist shit. no comment on that. depression ensues, etc. the usual. but once my name got called, and i was walking up the aisle thing, that awful bronzer faux-black girl was reading my blurby thing and it made me laugh, because the thing i wrote was very silly. after that it was all gravy train, except for that we were squished onto the stage like sardines. not a good idea when we've got our damn symbolic candles lit up all over the place. i was afraid i was going to light somebody's hair on fire, but it only resulted in me dripping wax all over my fingers. and then i got a piece of cake.
brandon called me expecting to find a lonely voicemail box awaiting, so he was surprised when i picked up around 10. i really liked talking to him tonight, even if it only was for about 40 minutes. i think we both needed it today. i planned to talk about all of the everything yesterday, but... it's late.
listening to: prance - exotic city
