I'm pretty sure the parents are mad at me. Don't know why. Yay for the ability to retreat to my room.
What an interest series of events in the last few days. I'm happy that's winding down.
I love Holst.
Mr. P frustrates me. First, he tells me that I'm going into grade 5 piano. Then I say I'd rather finish my dues in grade 4. That does not mean assign me more than the number of pieces needed to pass. Also, if you are telling me that "I figure out the songs quickly, but don't practice enough" that means I'm bored, not that in grade 5 we will narrow down to maximum of 2 songs a week. Like that's going to happen.
The new bassoon book I got has "Cool" from West Side Story in it (with piano accompaniment), and in that song, I have like 4 glissandos! Yay!
Yep, parents are mad lmfao.
UGH I'M JUST SO CONFUSED ALL THE TIME!
First they tell me they are all mad at Megan and not to bring her up, or things around her up and that I can't talk to her.
Via a facebook status, I find out that she came home early from France because she couldn't handle being so far from family for so long.
Now they are mad I didn't tell them, but even when I do bring things up about Megan they are mad.
Mom barges into room: nuh nuh nuh, you really hurt Peter you didn't tell him bla bla bah,
kwtfbitchgtfo.
Now to go onto my stumbler account and find a pretty picture. Let's hope this link doesn't die in the next few days like a lot others have.

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