so i'm at school. and i'm bored. and i'm not doing homework. i hate having to teach myself what i'm supposed to learn in class. mr. "i'm obscenelyobsessedwithyou" thinks i'm angry with him. part of me thinks i want him to stay thinking like that. (because i don't want to talk to him, really. he freaks me out. *spaz*) but i can't not talk to him. it's so weird. pep band tomorrow night. i think i'm going to quit band. it seems smart, since i'm getting kicked out of jazz band (my life!!!!!) for next year. so fuck it. the nine months of boredom and frustration that i spend in that class aren't worth the four days in florida (or wherever) in april. ugh!