.....

You know when you're in a bad mood for a bunch of small reasons? And you have to stop and think, "Wait... why am I in a bad mood?" And as you figure out what the things were that actually put you in a bad mood, you feel even crappier because they're such stupid reasons? No? Well, welcome to my life.

I guess the main reason is that I'm tired. I got home at 9 last night from an INTENSE marching rehearsal, and I thought I had all my homework done when I left but just as I was about to call it a night I found this packet for psychology that I had TOTALLY forgotten to do. So I was up till almost 11 and got up at 5:45 because of the ridiculous amount of time it takes to get from our "new" house to the school. I did not eat lunch until I got home from school, because I waited in line for HALF AN HOUR to get my school picture taken. They have it set up so that you go at a certain time according to your last name, and my time just happened to coincide with the start of my LUNCH. After recieving my new ID card with the WORST picture of me ever taken, (Yeah, I said that last year but I had no idea) I had just enough time to walk to the office and ask to talk to my counselor about changing my schedule yet again only to be told that I had to go fill out some form. Because they treat all schedule changes the same no matter how important yours is. My sister's friend is a freshman and she's in orchestra, but somehow she got put in concert band instead. When she went to the office last week to switch, they wouldn't let her! According to my sister the conversation went like this:



"Hello, I need to talk to my counselor about changing my schedule."



"Do you have an empty space in it?



"No, but-"


"Then you can't change it until the second week of school."


The poor girl had to miss out on orchestra for a week and who knows if they've changed her schedule yet. But the good news is mine might be changed tomorrow, I filled out the form during Spanish. Speaking of Spanish, the funniest thing happened today! I was sitting in class trying to make sense of the imperfect tense when we suddenly hear, "TWEEEeeeEEET! Tweet! Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!" (That's a whistle, not a bird, folks.) Our class is in one of the portables and the noise was coming from outside. Even though I couldn't see out the window from where I was sitting I recognized the sound immediately - it's the whistle command that the drum majors use to get us to start marching. I leaned over to see out the window and sure enough, there was a block of freshmen and one of our drum majors teaching them to march. Well, RE-teaching. Let's just say they need all the practice they can get. Not that we didn't when we were freshmen. And freshmen have band during the same period I have Spanish. Anyway. Ten seconds later, "TWEEEeeeEEET! Tweet! Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!" Everyone looked around and kind of laughed. There were some "What is that?"s. Seven seconds later. "TWEEEeeeEEET! Tweet! Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!" By this time the class was laughing, and there're only like 2 or 3 people in band in that class so most people didn't know what it was. Me and my friend were looking at each other from across the room and cracking up. Everyone eventually figured out it was the band, and they were right outside on the pavement near the portables. This went on for maybe 5 more minutes and people started to get annoyed. Then, "GREEN! ..... One!...Two!" Then, TWEEEeeeEEET! Tweet! Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!" People were talking:

"Hey, there's a game tomorrow, isn't there? Is the band playing?"
"They better be!"

I assured everyone that they would be. Our teacher got sick of the class talking and she ran out and asked them to either move or not blow the whistle anymore. It worked, I guess. No more tweeting.

Well, I feel a lot better just having written this post... better go to bed now, though.