while sitting in class today trying to understand what the hell was going on, and i got this sharp pain in my head and my left eye started to black out. there's a lesson in this, kids. do not try to understand the diminished seventh chord. being in four keys at the same time is too much for anyone's brain to handle.
i was going to update, but then i realized i don't have anything new or of worth to say. not fighting so much with jack, which is always a plus. i just hope i can see him this weekend.
emily's alarm went off in the middle of the night last night, but it was on the clock for which she doesn't even set the alarm, and it didn't sound much like an alarm at all. we were rather confused for a long time. oh well. she figured it out; it wasn't a bomb, it wasn't an overheated computer part. just an alarm clock that sucks at its job of causing alarm.
i'm getting worried because pam is being ultra-bitchy. i'm hoping that it's just because he just got back from spending 4 days with his dad. she always gets bitchy when he goes there. i really hope she doesn't decide that we can't hang out. she's already trying to pick fights with him to have an excuse to tell him no. i wish she would act more like a parent sometimes. but i'm glad she's irresponsible enough to let him come up. at least, she was last year. we'll see how far that goes this year. i'm sure that if i even get to see him this weekend, that'll be the last time until thanksgiving. i hope that isn't true, but i wouldn't put it passed her to decide such nonsense. i really hate her. after all he's done for her, all she does is keep on taking from him. she takes his money, she takes his time, she forces him into theatre because that's what she wants for him; i just don't understand. he doesn't want to be a bohemian low-life pimple on the ass of society like her. she needs to grow up and get over it. but she won't, and she'll plague us for the rest of our lives, and there isn't anything we can do about it. nothing but grin and bear it. i hope to god he can keep himself together this week and not fight with her. if this weekend goes up in flames...i can't be held responsible for the repercussions.
emily, heather, greg, and freshman brian, you guys were my saviours last night. if it weren't for you guys, i would have been miserable all night and worrying about everything else. i'm so glad i met all of you. thanks for everything.
next weekend, my only chance until november to see him, may not happen. i don't know what to do now. i make myself sick sometimes with how upset this makes me. but it hurts. it's dissapointing. it's hard. i might not see the most important person in the world to me for another 2 or 3 months, depending on when he gets his license and when his mom will let him and when both of us works. she said she might limit our hanging out time on the weekends when i come home to two hours. with the price of gas, i can't afford that. so now what? i hope she's just being a bitch this time too. if not, i don't know what i'm going to do.
my computer has crashed twice since i put the RAM in, and i'm fully expecting a third. i expelled the static from it however, so maybe that'll help. if not, i guess i'll be sending it back to crucial for a refund or a new one. i hate technology.
so the chamber orchestra is going to read my piece. i'm a little nervous, a little excited. it isn't done yet, so the read is jut to get an idea of what i need to do to it. my ram came today, but the place where i have to pick it up was closed, so i'll get it tomorrow. that's about all the excitement in my life at the moment. oh, and by the end of the week, gas is expected to hit 4 bucks a gallon because of the hurricane. i shouldn't complain, because my home isn't destroyed and i'm alive, but that still really f'in sucks.
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