I guess I'll have to take the bad with the good..

Homecoming on September 30, 2006? as if. [Don't tell anyone I just said that] But on a better note, I am having my own wild homecoming celebraccion! [So I convert English words into having Spanish endings, deal with it!] Nicole, Katy, hopefully Becka, and I are going to eat at some fancy place, such as The O.G. or something good. Then, we're going to head over to the delightfuly fun, fresh-aired Celebrity Bowl where we'll play a few games or so, in *Dundundun* Our Homecoming dresses! Yeah that's right. We're getting all dressed up to go to dinner, bowling.. oh yeah, and did I mention we're going to a movie/renting one after that as well? I'm so pumped! So I just need to figure out how to do my hair myself. I suppose I'll have to play around with it for a while. And I'll probably have to pick James up from the airport.

But on the sad side, I won't be able to venture into Utah. *Pouts* I didn't even know Mom and Dad planned this little family vacation until very recently. Meh.

So my dress was only 48 dollars, I got it at Mariposa, it's brown and cuuuute, and has flowers and is trimmed with satin creme lace. yippie! BUT. I'm so pissed off right now, and I don't even want to go. We cannot find a brown that's the same shade or material as my dress. And Mom isn't about to let me wear it "immodestly" which really pisses me off, cause I'm not wearing a hideous jacket. So Mom was like, OOoh, do this!: Get lace, itchy creme colored material and slap it on for cap sleeves. I'm depressed about this now. asl;kajsdf;lasdkj! And frustrated. I hate it. I hate it so much.

Call me a brat. Or ungrateful.
I'd rather wear it immodestly then wear it how it will probably eventually turn out. It's not even pretty anymore. In fact, now I rather hate it.
I hate not having my own free will. I really don't. I can only choose between things that have already been chosen. Am I making sense? Now i'm in a bad mood.
Whoever said journal writing makes you feel better?
Freakin a.

Stress management?

Pretty much stressed out of my mind.
Everyday:
School + 7th hour = 7.5 hours of school
Today:
School + Babysitting for 3 hours + piano practice for one hour.
I came out of school completely exhausted, wanting to go to sleep, but of course, I had to drudge over to the neighbor's house to babysit this adopted like ADHD/ADD ? five year old girl who is bouncing off the walls and won't leave me alone. Mleadkh! Lets just say, I was about to blow my brains out, as horrible as that may sound; it's very true.
Then after I came home, starving, I realized I had to practice piano for three hours.
[To get school credit I must practice five hours a week, and well... I'm not exactly a genius at managing my time. I had already practiced 2 and a half hours [I didn't find that out til later, I thought I had only practiced one hour and a half so far] Oh yeah, and don't forget, my piano lesson is tomorrow. *pouts* After not even practicing a full hour, I broke down in tears and I sobbed for like 30 minutes, trying to choke it down because I still had to tickle those darn ivories. after 10 minutes of still trying to practice I swore off piano and gave up to my grief. Then someone rang the doorbell. Imagine my state of appearance. I ran to the bathroom, Yelled "hold on a second!" smudged the already smudged makeup around my face, attemping to get it off. I got to the door and it was Jana Kay! I wasn't exactly ecstatic to see her, but I kind told her what was up. She didn't necessarily make me feel any better, and I don't think she really got why I was crying, but just talking to some human being in this universe [Mom and Dad were out] cheered me up a bit.
A bit.
Tomorrow is early release Wednesday, I get out at 1:00, no Team Read. I'll have an hour and a half before Mom's piano student comes, and maybe, just maybe, I'll get to hang out before my dooming piano lesson at 4:30
Piano practice this week so far: 3 hours 30 minutes
How much to go: 1 hour and 30 minutes.
Perfect.

It's not my fault.

So April pretty much made me get this. So.. hopefully I actually get around to writing in it. But I have to get off right now, and do my stupid Mythology homework, which I despise. I'll make this pretty later.
BBL
TTYL
TTFN
BRB
CYL
LYL
LY
ILY
G2G
Whatever happened to just..Goodbye?