Current mood:	ticked yesterday; happy now
Current music:	Something to Believe in - the Ramones

Well, I'm worried about next year. I have a prediction that our clarinet section is going to be very small, and if that's true, then if I DO get section leader next year, then I probably won't have a section to lead. My main worry though is whether I even get section leader at all, and if I do, will I even be able to do the job? Knowing my luck, I'll just get Library assistant, or something like that. Which I won't mind entirely, because I'd be good at it (I think), I just REALLY want to be section leader. Oh well, if I don't get it, it's probably for the best.

So, in about two weeks, I'm probably going to get the living snot beat outta me at Pokemon, but maybe not. I'm gonna level up my team as much as I can till then. I don't want to say too much about my plan though (heh, what plan?), but I'm gonna try, dangit.

Anyway, I don't really have much else to babble about, except that I'm kinda mad at one of my friends right now, because of something that happenend two days ago that she was still going on about yesterday. I completely lost my temper at her boyfriend and just blew up at him. He was telling ME that I need to take responsibility for MY actions, because of one little thing I said AS A JOKE, yet he is the one who shelters HER from everything. (I mean, every time we go anywhere near her at all, he jumps out in front of her to make sure we don't "do anything bad".) I didn't even do anything, I SAID something! What responsibility is there to take for a joke we (me and my other friend) made? I told him that It's okay to help people through certain hard times, but some problems she needs to learn to deal with on her own. And he said he knows and that he (thinks) he knows more about the real world than most people, because he bashed his head against a tree when he found his grandma lying half dead in the floor once. Sure, I feel kinda bad for him about that, but what does that have to do with the "real world", or anything that we were talking about at all?! If he knew what I had to put up with everyday, what with my dad being Bipolar (not that that's anyone's business) and getting worse everyday, he might have a little sympathy for me, if he has any heart at all.

As if all that isn't depressing enough, the first thing she said to us yesterday was, "Why do you guys still like me. You don't treat me like a friend." I didn't say anything and my other friend and her started arguing, and of course HER boyfriend walked up as we were talking and HAD to butt in, and that's when the above paragraph got started.

(P.S. I finally got some brown paint, so I can finish your shirt, Kaitlin.)