Ok, the other day I had my mom call Mr.Davis (band director at freedom) and tell him I wanted to quit. So she left a message on his voice mail saying that I wouldnt have time and some other stuff. So I figured I was out, right? WRONG! Davis calls my mom today and somehow, and only god knows how, I am back in band. I was expected to get my music today, but I didnt go because I thought I was out. Damnit. Damnit to hell. So now it looks like all you people who didnt want me to quit to begin with, got what you wanted. DAMNIT. I didnt want this. Band wasnt what I expected. Now what am I supposed to do. Davis expects me to know my part my band camp and guess what...I HAVE NO PART! Shit. I have no clue what to do now. I can barely read music, and none of my god damn friends wanna help me. Putz bastards! Now I gotta get lessons for guitar and percussion. If I do this band bullshit, I am going for jazz band guitar, and if I dont get it, heads are gonna roll.
SHIT!
Peace.
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