Musings

Hey there.

So the meeting is going to be on the 4th, rather than the 3rd, which is the day of auditions. So I won't be able to be in the play, regardless of the outcome. Oh well.

For New Year's, I played at the Town Hall in Little Washington for The Historical Society's party. It was more fun than I thought it would be, and, though I was extremely nervous beforehand, I received many compliments. It was the second time I had ever played in front of a crowd.

Mom recorded some of the songs, but her phone's sound quality is lousy as hell.

I went to the second read-through of Proof today. I had forgeotten about it, actually, so I was surprised when Andy showed up to pick me up. It's going very well. I discovered many more aspects of my character, Harold Dobbs, A.K.A. Hal. Selfish aspects.

The bandwidth for the last month has gone over, so I haven't been online lately. This leaves Oblivion and guitar to occupy my time. I've been gllued to Oblivion all Christmas Break, and I just won it yesterday. Cheating, of course, but it still counts.

Morgan came back from college. Then she went away for a week. She just returned this afternoon while I was at the read-through.

Still need to get a new calendar for 2011. Oh, yeah. Happy New Year and stuff.

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Don't know how I'm going to handle going back to school. I've been kicked out of band, and now it's highly unlikely that I'll be in the musical, unless something fantastically unexpected happens. It's going to be strange. I'll still be in Quiz Bowl, but it's nowhere near the same.

Stinkbugs continue to plague my room. I just flicked one off my shoulder. I gave up on trying to exterminate them a long time ago. I used to take rubber bands and deliver one, quick, painless blow, but it's not worth it anymore.

My phone was lost for a long time. Well, not lost, but it was unusable at Miguel's. It took me ages to get it back, no thanks to Mom's laziness.

She still hasn't taken me to get my Learner's permit. It blows my fucking mind, how lazy she can be. I've practically given up on it. Every time I approach her about it or try to offer a time when we can do it, she absolutely and utterly refuses to agree to ANYTHING. It makes me want to punch a wall.

And she also told me she'd take me Christmas shopping, which she has neglected horribly. I had really hoped to get presents for people, but oh, well. It's a lost cause now.

At least I've been working. I made about $60 cleaning a house at Cory's, $15 an hour. But it's useless having money if I can't spend it.

I sort of miss Boston for that reason. I had complete control over myself. Maybe that's what fucked with my head so much. I wasn't ready for it.

Even though I was damn good at it. Anything I wanted, I could walk outside and GET. It was ridiculously convenient.

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I wish I could just say to this damn school system "Screw you guys, I'm going home." But I can't, because it's the only resource of its kind that I have.

Let's see what happens.