Friday, 22 February 2008
01:22:28 AM (GMT)
I almost had a breakdown while I was playing the piano.
I was playing a Beethoven sonata.
How is this relevant to our little story?
Well, for one thing, you NEVER EVER EVER have a breakdown and play Beethoven at the
same time. NEVER.
Anyway, I tried out for Christine and I. DID. NOT. MAKE. IT.
WHAT THE HELL??!!
I am so pissed right now...
I'm not gonna win that piano scholarship.
I'm gonna fail science. It'll go from a D to a F.
I'm gonna fail math. So many F's on the tests/quizzes.
I'm not gonna graduate 8th grade. I. am. a. FAILURE.
Dammit, dammit, dammit.
Someone help me....
I SWEAR!!! I WAS ONE OF THE LAST FIVE!!!! And then she just HAD to eliminate me!
You know what, right now I think I hate "her". My choir teacher.
And the girl that got the solo.
Her name is Emily, which is also the name of Elliot's damn bitch of a girlfriend.
I really don't like her.
Yeah, I'm jealous. SO WHAT?! Got a problem with that?
Dammit, dammit, dammit!!!!!!!!