  haha.....well i was going to do tennis anyway next year, so instead of tennis, lax.... actually my plans have sort of skewed up the shiz....... cleaning my room and replanning my schedule, i figured i'd suck it up in band until next year. then iw as talking to phillip, who said that i should do jazz band if i really wanted to get out of band but not of WE. now, see, this rings a bell because chris had been telling me the exact same thing.....and i dont know why the lightbulb suddenly went off. so if i can play trumpet (or figure out how to..i will) and if mr allen isn't too mad to let me in jazz band this alte in the year, then all will be peachy keen because my parents A) want me to quit marching band and b) my mom says all bellaire bands EXCEPT jazz band suck.
(she said this last year at our concert. rolls eyes) maybe everything will work out... but anyway i got up at 9 this morning (my little insomniac self kept having nightmares about mr allen and jazz band, eleanor, and detachment) so i got up and made myself some supposed-t-be schizzy apple pancakes. i was the only one who ate them of corse, but that's at least partly cuz a) i only had enough flour to make enuff for myself and b) they're asian.
do they EAT pancakes? i feel so detached.......friends are complaining (even the ones i thought i'd never lose....), parents are like a monotony of nagging/schizoness, and i'm just sitting here watching bad movies (was monty python and the holy grail always that stupid? ) , and working whenever my mom starts insisting loudly. maybe i oughta start spending lunch with my actual friends............ ugh. detachment SUCKS. 
