haha

so apparently i'm a different person when i write. cool. like i know the whole anger thing really shows a lot more than usual but yea. sorry to scare anyone that actually knows me, lol.

 

so today was a good day. one of my contacts fell out in geometry and was all ripped. so i'm prolly gonna go half blind rest of the day.

 

after school me, milly, holly, and yadira sang and ronnie hung out and sang a little too. it was pretty good but ganschow kept saying how we needed more attitude, more power. then i told him how i had no passion and he somewhat flipped out on me.

 

but i really don't. except for a few things. and even those aren't as huge for me anymore. like music, specifically the sax is still a passion of mine. i love it more than anything, you know, but at the same time i have to be realistic. music can always be a part of my life, but it's impossible to make music my life.

 

and past music... i don't know what else there is. reading is no longer a passion of mine, it's down to barely a hobby. school isn't a passion like it was when i was really little, it's a necessity and often an annoyance. art is probably next on the list. i do actually love it, like when i get a drawing just so, it's even better than music. but i'm so damn picky about how i draw, a drawing is usually never good enough.

 

blah. i think i'm going to go in the hot tub. my dad totally offered to take me driving, which normally i would jump at, but he's all drunk and shit. and i can't stand him drunk. makes me mad. and where would i drive out here, anyway? around the block? woo. so hot tub it is.

 

oh. and... i ♥ james!

which is totally different from loving him, if you were going to go all oooh about it.