For some reason, they always target the band geeks....

I hate band contest. Really. They always give us the earliest possible time slot, we just happen to sound terrible, and while practicing, people decide to add an extra shot of annoying to the morning latte.
But, even with the lack of sleep and idiots who were convinced that we were performing at the junior high, not the high school, none of put me in a super bad mood.
Okay, it annoyed the bloody hell out of me, but it only put me in sort of a bad mood.
Then my pseudo boyfriend decided he'd rather hang out with his cute timpani playing sort-of-slutty "friend" than me.
And has either forgotten or doesn't feel the need to speak to me since Thursday afternoon.
Seriously, one day it's all good. We hung out like usual, talking, nothing special, and then by 6:30, concert time, I'm invisible.
Because our little friend needed help "tuning the timpanis".
And it SUCKS, because I'm pissed and feeling used and have spent pretty much all day moping, but he's NOT MY BOYFRIEND. Sure, I like this guy, he's one of my best friends, but we're not officially "dating", so if I tell the little tone-deaf slut to back off, I'm just a jealous loser who obviously took things the wrong way.
For approximately 6 months, anyway.
Yep. I'm that bad at reading boy signals, apparently.
And he's not exactly telling her to back off. He loves the attention, I can tell.
It makes me SO MAD, because it's not like she's so much better than me.
Sure, she's cute, and sort of musical, but she's annoying and dumbs herself down so much that she's borderline retarded.
I have never dumbed myself down in my whole freaking life and know what a frigging key signature is.
But she's got more to offer.
And, come Monday, all this moping will have been for nothing. Oh, that was just a misunderstanding, he really likes me and he didn't know she bugged me (B.S.), but whatever, I'll probably accept his apology because I'm an idiot like that.
Either that, or we're no longer "friends" or whatever we were. We weren't "just friends", but we weren't "dating", and we weren't stupid enough to be "friends with benefits".
Ugh, and I hate the fact that this girl REALLY ISN'T THAT BAD OF A PERSON. I LIKE her. She's not my friend, but she's REALLY nice. Sort of a tease, but NICE! We can talk about politics like nobody's business and be on the same side, and she's been nothing but nice to me.
Except for hitting on the guy I like. And just about every other male in the school.
So it's really confusing to watch her throw herself at him, and then give me a friendly "hello" while I'm putting my trombone together.
Band Contest wasn't even that bad yesterday, the lack of sleep and musical idiots ("Oooooh, that's a B Flat?") notwithstanding. I saw Emily for the first time in like, what, a year? It was really cool to see her because she's so optimistic and always happy and she can put herself into any situation and get along with people. We talked for a little bit and it was the high point of my day, but I probably won't see her again for another year or two.
But then we had to go back to school.
Ugh. At least if I'd tuned those freaking timpanis, they would have actually been in tune. That's supposed to be an E, sweetheart, not an F#.

Chocolate cake implies eating disorder.

My father is under the impression that he's driven me to anorexia.
Yesterday was Good Friday, and I got to play trombone in this orchestra, which was pretty amazing, so after both services, the entire worship team went to the Family Pancake House. Everyone ordered pancakes or some time of breakfast food except me, who went for chocolate thunder cake instead.
My dad felt REALLY guilty, because William said he was still hungry afterwards, so he assumed I must have been starving myself because I hadn't known ordering breakfast food was an option.
Don't worry, Dad, I knew breakfast food was an option, but why would I order french toast when I could order CHOCOLATE CAKE with CHOCOLATE MOUSSE CHEESECAKE and a GIANT CHOCOLATE ROSETTE ON THE SIDE. But it was fun. And I don't have an eating disorder.
OMG, I BOUGHT "THE FINAL WARNING". Haven't started it, though. I'm too scared that it will disappoint.
Sims 2: Free Time looks kind of amazingly complicated, but FUN! The Sim's area of interest affects their personality and mannerisms.
So I've been parting my hair on the right side, lately, and it looks better than parting it in the middle, where I looked like Sirius Black, but people were telling me to get bangs, so....
...I got bangs today.
And they don't look terrible. They're actually kind of nice.
EXCEPT they don't fit behind my ear and sometimes they poke me in the eye.
Cleaned the entire house. Made a rainbow chip cake. Ate a truffle egg. All set for Easter.
Thursday was so tiring. Contest was pretty cool, we got straight 2's, which is better than 3's or 4's (or 5's). Mr. Faxon got mad at us because we didn't want to sit and watch marginally acceptable junior high and middle school bands play boring music for an hour and a half. Poulsbo Middle School did superbly, but their clinic was SO BORING and the man wouldn't let us LEAVE.
I don't care if he got mad. Hungry teenagers don't want to listen to boring men talk about dynamics and tone quality.
And yeah, we could have LEARNED something, but we'd already listened to like 4 other bands. I'm sure we learned enough from those clinics.
Central Market = amazing.
OMG, WE BEAT OAKLAND BAY!!!! AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was so great!!!! I can't exactly say nice things about the refs, but we played SO GOOD and beat #1'S BUTT!!! BOOOO!!! I almost punched her in the face. I hate that girl. But I didn't foul her (though everyone else did. :P)