I LIKE CANDY, BUT NOOOO NO CANDY FOR HANNAH TONIGHT

CHOICE SONG: Killing Loneliness by HIM. Bitchin' good song that is kinda true. It's why I hang out w/you.

So, yeah, I'm gonna be a stupid bitch and start my post w/I havent' posted in a while, but...OKAY??? A while for me in anycase. I've been mildly busy.

Saturday was Parents Morning. Why it has to be in the morning, depriving me of some well deserved sleepy-time, I dont know, but Parents Morning it is and was. It went...okay. Better than I thought it would considering how badly practice went Thursday. After that Me, Cassie, Hovey, Sarah and Sammi went to Pissquales and had some pizza. Jen Bell waitressed us. Yay. Then we went back to Cassie's and basically were there till 12a.m. until Cassie threw water on the Hovey and told him to LEAVE in an emphatically pissed off manner. She gets mildly pissy when tired. I forgive her though, b/c Hovey was kinda being assy and I also get annoying when tired, so...yeah.

Sunday from 8a.m. - 4p.m. I was checker trained w/Sammi and some other pieces of shit who I can't be bothered to remember at this point in time. One of them may have been Josh Olsen, but I think he was wearing that gay ass pink tie, so he doesn't count:P Sammi and I had nice breakfast foods from the Hyvee kitchen tho, so that was fun. Yeah...I'm pretty sure all we ever do together is bitch bitch bitch...and increase her asthma of course. I went from extremely tired(as I awoke at 6:30a.m. by mistake b/c of the damn FALL BACK) to mildly tired, to fucking spastic. Gawd Rod is the most boring man on the face of the earth. And his voice is just that perfect tone to fall asleep to. It's really not my fault that I spaced off so much during training, I swear it. I then went home and slept. I did seriously think about doing homework, so I suppose that's better than nothing. Maybe.

Today wasn't too bad, but it also wasn't too good either. For some reason, every song that I've heard today has made me sad. Well, aside from the musical songs, those just make me want to pull a sythe across my jugular. Everything about the musical this year just makes me think fond thoughts of tall buildings and sharp cutting implements. Practice tonight sucked ass. Logan was also being mildly(read:extremely) stupid. The K was KKK-ing. Tanner blew on my boobs. I wore turquoise shorts. I really wanted to dress up as a little fat kid and go tricker-treating b/c I like candy, but NOOOOOOOO I had musical practice.

I am now more than ready to sleep the deep sleep of a girl who has to get up the next morning and spend 13 more hours at the damned school again. I hate my life. Thank the heavens above and hells below that I only have to be doing this for 5 more days and then I'm DONE.