you know what makes me really happy? when moms obligate you to things that you don't want to do. heres the story: i wanted to go to raquels tomorrow. lana calls this morning and asks my mom if maybe i could babysit tomorrow. normally, i would say yes, but since i have previous obligations, i would have to decline. but since i was already at school at the time, mom says "yes, sure, she'll do it", making it totally impossible for me to go to raquels. if she wouldn't have gone behind my back and told someone i would babysit when i already had plans, i could have called lana and told her, sorry, i cant... but my mom doesnt understand the concept of asking first. i told her... that pisses me off, i had plans, you could have told lana that maybe i could, but now. you gave her a definete yes. i was practically screaming. so now, sorry caitlin, i can't go to racquels tomorrow, the thing that i promised to go to, and that my mom knew about. sorry, guys, i really want to go, blame my mom, my stupid mom.

now that my ranting is done, i'll tell you what i'm doing right now. i'm sitting home on a friday, listening to acdc in the dark. why you ask? because i have to get a full night's sleep, according to miss todd. you see, we have festival tomorrow, and even though my voice is totally capable and not scratchy, i must drink about 2 liters of water an hour, or something like that, and get 10 hours of sleep. so i have to go to bed in like an hour. fun fun. not really. but i'm not complaining, since i love choir. its what gets me up for school in the morning. last night i had a dream that the school board was dropping all the choir classes. i was so pissed, i made a really cool speech and saved the choral department. yeah, its a bit far fetched, but it was cool . and my hair was cut. rachel says she wants to cut my hair and do red highlights... i'm a little scared, because shes not that experienced. but hey its free, so i guess ill just have to trust her. she'll probably do fine. i love rachel, shes one of my best friends. we're very very silly together. today i woke up and my house smelled like weed. i dont know if i was imagining it or not.. my brother got home late last night so maybe he brought the smell in with him.. one of him friends offered me some at a party in the form of a brownie. i respectfully declined. thats right, i have manners. and i have morals. drugs are bad for your voice.

Posted by YOUR NAME @ 8:21 p.m.

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