As the start of the new school year approaches, I realize that I have never made more stupid decisions at one time in my entire life. I am taking Bio 2, Statistics, Physics, Pre-Calculus, English III, and U.S. History. All advanced courses. And, I also applied for student council, and have been coerced into trying out for the musical. Along with being in the marching band, and having to begin work on my portfolio, also with the mandatory two to three hours of study time my father is imposing on me that does NOT include the time it takes to do the ridiculous amount of homework I will bring home every night. Not to mention he's also forcing me to practice trombone for about an hour evey night. Which brings me to my next point.


I'm not even supposed to be playing anymore. My doctor, (who is mostly unhelpful and just plain rude), put the least possible amount of effort into trying to figure out what is wrong with my wrists and came up with this diagnosis about six months ago : "Well, it's either carpal tunnel, arthritis, tendonitis, or something else. You'll just have to try creams, or braces and probably stop playing trombone." Of course, I couldn't stop, and she was completely wrong. The braces were fail and this summer I finally found out what it is. Ish. I know what it's called, just not how to spell it. Now all I have to do is see a specialist, get diagnosed, then wait out marching season til Chrsitmas break to get surgery. That is, if my dad will actually believe there is something wrong and I'm not just making it up like he always does. Keeping the problem a secret from the directors the whole time, because they have threatened to kick me out of band more than three times before.

I have also decided that after I get my wrists fixed so I can draw for more than ten minutes at a time, I am going to start a new comic about meerkats and the end of the world. We'll see how that one turns out.

I also recently decided that I want to play video games. So, I am now playing Portal. Which, though I find the actual game easy, is a bit of a challenge. You see, I recently learned that I am allergic to first person shooters. Every time I sit down to play this game I end up quiting fifteen minutes later, cursing myself for liking the stupid thing so much. It's taken three days to play through about an hour of the game, and I made it to level fifteen. I will finish this game, but i may swear off shooters for the rest of time. Which is good because I still have to finish Little Big Planet, which I suck at. But more on that one later.

I am also supposed to get new glasses sometime soon, which is good because I'm sure you're supposed to be able to read the road signs while you're driving, right? Which is good because these are scratched and worn out. So, there's one good thing.

OH, and did I mention that, to top off my ridiculous course load, my best friends dad decided he hates me for no real reason at all and is now refusing to let him tutor me, even though my dad said he would pay him? Yay.

All right, so, if you actually read this I'm sure you're laughing at me for being such a self absorbed idiot or crying for the state of todays narcissistic youth. Oh well. Thanks anyways.

Bye.