One month from today, I will be doing my first oboe audition. This is the first in a series of four that hopefully will all be somewhat successful.

I hope that I do well.

My mom is really sick, so her boss sent her home from work, and she's been watching home videos all day. I miss my Grandma Annie, so much.

I'm so in love with Brian.

The end

( This is when you KNOW you're bored... )

As soon as my cool boyfriend is able to do it for me, I'm going to post a sweet picture of my prom get-up.
I know it's early, but who cares.

This is horrible.
It's driving me crazy.

Piercing tomorrow. Yay.

Only problem I'm seeing is not having enough money.

Man, this is weird.

It's bad.

It's there, I know it, but I just don't know how to stop it.

And I'm sick as hell and crabby because of it. I had all vacation to get sick, but instead I get it right before break, and right after break.

I suppose I'll be going back to bed, anticipating the arrival of the sandman himself, although I'm thinking he just may never come.

A night of no sleep.
I see where this is leading.
It's leading straight to a week with no sleep.
I can't take this feeling.

I've decided that I need to sum up the most important things that I messed up in 2003 and have been bugging me alot lately:
1. Begging my mom to leave with my dad for the weekend of February 21st.2. Hurting the most ( Read more... )

So I made a mistake last night.

But it was a mistake that opened my eyes.

I'll write my novel later.

uh oh