Today she wrote in tech lit: "Sometimes I'm afraid I will burst. Sometimes I worry what others think. Sometimes I hate living." She had written earlier in geometry but the binder in which the paper is placed is still in the car. She really is a whore. A guy on myspace said she was hot and said he was in Ventura. He was only a year older than her so she figured, what the hell, and gave him her cell number. How stupid can she get? She has gotten hooked onto the band Odd Project. And the strange thing is usually she despises hardxcore shit, but now she's really starting to like it. She thinks she's going to take a nap today, in a few minutes. She is entirely drained. Last night she had her concert. Not many people showed up. At all. It went well. Her parents gave Scott a ride home. But first her, Scott, Marissa, Tara and Skylar went to Baskin Robbins for ice cream. She and her parents fought again. Tara was the only one who really noticed. Scott suggested they go to Magic Mountain next week during spring break. She wants to. She loves band in high school much more than she did in middle school. Since the students are supposedly more mature, they aren't treated like children. They don't have to do evaluation sheets after each concert, for each quarter. It's a lot more fun than it has ever been. She might do marching band next year. But she'll play in pit because there is no way in hell that she would play her clarinet. Marissa would be the pit captain. Things could work. She's going to wait it out a little. Damn. She still needs to register for next year. Oh well.