I’m so tired of immature people. Why does prom have to be such a big fucking deal?! Goodness gracious.
I went busking with Jac today.
And for all you that don’t know what busking is, it is street performing.
We played flute and oboe duets and it was actually pretty fun.
And we made $12.
It’s not much, but hey, I didn’t expect much. I wasn’t really doing it for the money anyway. But it got me thinking that if I ever became poor and had to live on the streets (but hopefully that won’t ever happen), that I would definitely just carry my sax around and make a couple dollars a day, enough to buy food and such. It’d be okay and playing music is really the best way to get away from problems and be at least as happy as you could.
You know why?
Because I just finished reading chapter 16 in my AP Gov book!
And then I looked at chapter 18 and saw that it’s only 16 pages!
Isn’t that just sad? That I’m excited that a chapter is 16 pages?! I can’t decide if that makes me look like a bad person for not being able to read that stuff for like 60 pages a chapter…
or if it just means that the people actually learned how to write and not repeat things and add unnecessary details by the 18th chapter.
So what can I say?
I can complain about spring break and how boring it is like almost everyone else.
Or just enjoy that I have a little time off before getting back to homework and school.
I’d like to take the second option, please.
But that reminds me that I actually do have homework to get to. Stupid AP Gov and German. Ruin my peacefulness.
Five teenage girls shopping for prom dresses = tiring as hell.
111 days until camp.
How can I be counting down to my favorite place on earth and still be considering not going.
Is the congressional page thing really worth missing camp? But it’s such a huge opportunity that I feel stupid even asking that.
And by long time, I mean a week.
But I don’t have anything to say! It makes me angry when this happens. Seriously. Is my life that boring? I don’t have any news, anything to complain about… I even couldn’t find a good photo to post (my own or just a reblog).
I sometimes think whether or not I’m annoying. But right now, I am thinking that I’d rather be annoying and live my life and have things to complain about or be sad about than sit around bored with absolutely no original thoughts or ideas.
Wouldn’t you rather people dislike you for having a personality than for having none at all??
So I ended up not going over to Jac’s house.
And I pretty much wasted my whole day waiting to go over there.
God. This just happens too often.
So I’m going over to Jac’s house today. Her, Erin, and I are going to give the whole street performing thing a go. Sax trio. I think we could actually make some money. A little at least. Plus it will be an experience.
But first we have to practice. The songs I found are a little hard, but I think we can make it work.
Anyway, I really don’t have much to say today, which disappoints me. But what can ya do. I’m sure something will piss me off sooner or later and I’ll have to rant about it on here. Wow, there goes my pessimism that I’ve had hanging around these last few days.