much ranting

People are stupid and I hate them all.

What is with everyone drinking? It’s like the band party I went to last night… Now, all band functions are generally get togethers rather than parties, in the true sense of the word. So when we got there, we all just sort of sat around, totally exhausted, chatting and laughing. But some of her sisters’ friends were there too… and they were trying to get ahold of some alcohol. Of course none of the band people wanted to go in on it, and really I’m not sure if they were drinking in another room or whether I just left before it arrived… but I didn’t see any of it. Which is good… really quite good. But the entire fact that it was going to be there… just made me… extremely unhappy.

Now Meg and I are talking about people. People that want to go get smashed. And I’m pretty sure I would cry if the one did. My brother… must he be corrupted along with all of the stupid people in life? Please don’t, dear brother… I don’t want to lose you to those people. You are worth so much more than that.

And then there’s this entire Aimee situation. I’m sick of mending the friendship. This time it’s really quite simmered into a non-friendship… past mending… back to rebuilding phase. Only I really have no intentions of rebuilding unless she does. Some people blame me for this… blame it on the fact that I have a boyfriend and my life is perfect. (except for the fact that I’m getting B’s in all my classes and stress out way more than the healthy stress level that all people should undergo during the course of a schoolweek… and I’m a lazy procrastinator… and half of my friends hate me… but other than that, yeah perfect life.) It’s not my fault at all. How many times has this happened during the course of our friendship? I’m tired of being the talker. I’ve given her every chance to talk to me. Apparently some people say she “wants” to talk to me, but doesn’t know how. Well fine then… don’t talk. I give up.

In other news from my perfect life… yesterday was lovely. I opened my locker at 7:13 to find two pink carnations awaiting me. ~swept away~ I swear to you that boy spoils me. My mom completely agrees… *smiles* After school he picked me up at around 3:30, at which time we headed to Chapin Woods. Armed with my camera, we walked up to the top to look at the leaves. Goodness, they were gorgeous! It’s absolutely wonderful to be able to just stand there and take in all of God’s glory… and then photograph it. At first we stuck to the trail, but of course we had to blaze our own at least once. Violators will be prosecuted? What? King Pellinore? Hmm… ignoring THAT. We went back to the area we found for our one month. More beautiful pictures taken. How many people in high school do you know that would do that and love it? Ahh, I love this relationship. When we left the park, we headed to Panera Bread to grab a quick bite before the football game. I love that place… their veggie sandwiches are the best… especially on Asiago Cheese bread. Lecker. Schmeckt gut!

Then there was band. It was our last home game… ever. Senior band night, parents, flowers, pictures… yadda yadda yadda. Am I sad? No, not really. Last year did I think I was going to be sad? Yeah I really did. Things change. I am so incredibly glad to be leaving. The FCMB is great and all, and the people in it absolutely my best friends ever. (other than those that I hate) However, I’m going to be in band next year in college… plus this year was hell anyway… so why and how could I possibly miss it?

Well today should be fun-filled with show choir rehearsal and festival. Much quality time with the choir members. *gags* I think I’ll stick to the combo. And hang on for dear life. I really can’t stand those people. Oh let’s sing and dance and be all cult-ish and full of ourselves! Grrrr… rage building… Yeah.

I’m pretty sure I’m not in the best of moods. Perhaps if the phone hadn’t rung in the middle of my slumber…

I’m off to be

~swept away in a pile of leaves~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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