The only thing worse than being a douche is being a douche and then getting caught. Today, in orchestra (Yeah, I'm a bandie. Deal with it), we were just informed we had to learn how to play 5, count them, 5 MARCHES by next week. Marches are a beast. Especially when you have to master them in about 7 days. And we are being taught by a student teacher.0 So we go through it, completely fuck it up, and by the end I'm pretty pissed. I sit in the back row with the brass, and right behind us is percussion. At the end, while I'm cleaning up, this guy named T starts playing the triangle really loud and like he has never seen one before. He was just wailing away on it, staring at it in awe, and ignoring me asking him to stop. I have to pee, so I go to the bathroom to get away from the potential headache and to vent about it to my friend who is also in line. I completly rail this kid, which was quite douch-y of me. I feel better after venting, and we go on to converse about stuff. Who walks out of the bathroom except T's best friend, the closest person there is to being an enemy of mine, and a complete bitch but J. J starts to rail me about calling her immature, which I have, being a bitch and two faced and snarky and whatnot, and I felt every inch the HUGE sphincter I am/was. I'm speechless, as is my friend, and J walks out and relays the whole story to everyone in a 3 mile radius. I start cracking up with nervous laughter, as does my friend, but when I turned around I could see 6 people glaring holes into me. I had 3 options: 1- Clam up about it and deal with the hatred of J's... cult? Clan? They are a clique of kinda skanky, kinda not, smoking band geeks who are too cool for the rest of us. 2- Go the way of J and spill to everyone all the bitchy things she has done/done to me in the last month (Smoking while we were at a festival and being dumb enough to get caught by the judges, hammering the anvil in my ear damaging my already damaged hearing and giving me a really severe headache, having random bitchfits at me, threatening my life, backtalking about me... the list goes on) 3- Suck it up, and kiss ass. Ask her forgiveness and not look back at the percussion/ her clique for a month or so. I go the way of 3, kiss major ass... And I know that my ass kissing story didn't get as far as my being a douche story, so I'm kinda worried as to what will happen tomorrow. Damn. I totally forgot until just now. I wanted to melt into the floor. Damn!