we lost screw up

But really, we didn’t. He was just asleep in his room, and his father never checked. Thought he was missing. Kind of scary, but not.

News: My grandpa is coming tomorrow. Until like TUESDAY or something. And yes, he will be staying down here. And yes, that means very little internet-usage for this grrl. *shrugs* When I first found out, I was flipping out. Really I was. Then I realized how not attached I’ve become lately. Not like the usual internet-freaks are around anyway. I have a diary to write in that’s not here. I have people to talk to in real life. I’ll deal. (of course, I intend to get on when I can anyway… but that is SO not the point)

In better news, we’ll be going to the baseball game. *yess* My dad finally got tickets from work, and I guess Grandpa’s going with us. The man is 84 1/2. No joke. The first thing he said when my mom asked if he wanted to go? “But what would I wear?!?” *rolls eyes a lot* Lord, please help me get through this visit. That’s all I ask. Does my mom realize I won’t be home all day Saturday? Because I really won’t. Not at all. Concert starts at 10am and goes until sunset. I should be thankful he’s coming… because really he’s coming to hear me play in the recital Monday night. But I’m wondering why he’s coming Thursday, as opposed to like… oh, I don’t know, Friday? Saturday? Sunday? Any of these are an option. Instead, he’ll be here for, let me count, over 5 days. Which is not good from anyone’s perspective. He’ll make my mom a nervous wreck… she’ll be in her walking on eggshells mode. I find it ironic that my dad forces me to walk on eggshells when she is because he’s around. I am SO not one to do that. I’d rather stomp on them, I think. I am a big believer in stating my opinion if someone is blatantly shoving theirs in your face and you don’t agree. I’m a big believer in saying what I think. I’m a big believer in not letting other people phase you. My mom isn’t. At all. My sister can be either. Which gets annoying. She ends up being all confrontational with me and her boyfriend, but ohhhh no… never with Grandpa. Well DANG it. He makes me mad. It’s not just him… obviously a lot of people make me mad. But he only has a few days in which to do it… so the frustration just kind of gets too concentrated. The lack of annoying occurances during his visits are few and far between.

That was a mighty long rant there.

At any rate, band is not so hell-ish yet. Of course, it was ungodly hot today, but we marched first, and THEN rehearsed. It wasn’t too bad. Other than the fact we have to be there at the crack of dawn. For four hours. And sweat buckets. And get odd little cut/indentation things on the inside of our lower lip from playing so darned much. But aside from that… hey great fun. *sarcasm* In all seriousness, though, it hasn’t been bad AT ALL yet. Yet. YET…

With that, I’ll be

~swept away in pessimism~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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