Her Eggo...Might be Preggo...

Yikes. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad news today. I'm not going to mention by name who might be pregnant. She deserves privacy.

Anyways, she talked to me this morning and told me she was two days late. I thought she was being ridiculous 'cause she broke up with her boyfriend over a month ago. Then she told me that she'd had sex with him again in early February. After they'd broken up.
Not gonna lie, I was a little angry at her for that. But I'm more concerned about her maybe being pregnant than I am about her having sex with him again. Even though he's a douche and his father's a bigger douche.
So, basically, if she still doesn't have her period by Friday, we're going to go pick up a pregnancy test and Sunny D. Haha. It'll be the shopping trip of a lifetime.

That's basically all that happened today. Besides Lucy looking more gorgeous than normal. :D Oh, and Brandon talked to me on myspace, attempting to insult my intelligence...it didn't really work. See, our friend Jeff was suspended for running the black market at school (soda, candy, and energy drinks, not drugs) and there was a bulletin going around saying goodbye to the black market (which will never go away so long as Jeff is at school) and I copied and pasted it into my own bulletin to show Jeff some support. Then I get this message from DBWEMB saying, " ...you do know he is still going to sell right?...it doesnt end the market...just the vast quantities of the itmes sold..."

Ummm, what? What does that even SAY? And what are itmes? lol. But seriously, what is he trying to say here? What about the vast quantities? Damn it, DBEWMB, go back to kindergarten and learn English!!! Jeez!



Kay. I'm done. With that rant, that is. Here's the next one: Choir girls.

Mrs. Harrison was in meetings all day today, which worked out fine for Fanfare, 'cause Angela, Jenna and I ran the show. Then came WoVEn. You would think, wouldn't you, that 16 young ladies can sing through four pieces of music without starting World War III on the risers. As it happens, 14 out of 16 of them must have been PMSing, 'cause I swear we were all about to jump each other. All we had to do was critique ourselves. That worked fine for the Latin pieces. Then we got to 'When It Was Yet Dark' and when we finished, Nelle made a point about keeping time when we hold notes. Instantly, there were two girls making up excuses for not holding the notes the proper amount of time. "She's going to cut us off anyways, so why bother?" "Well, the counting's always off, so it's hard to tell when to cut off."

First of all, when the music says you hold a note for 6 beats, you hold it for six fucking beats, not one or two. Make a goddamn effort.
Second, if you can't count beats, then go back to kindergarten with Brandon and learn how to count from 1 to 6.

After all this went down, everything was shot to hell. Every time one of us suggested how to make a piece sound better, one or two people got offended and started defending themselves. It was stupid and a waste of time. Lacee tried to get them to shut up and Courtenay asked everyone to get along for, like, five minutes until we finished singing. They did and we started the last piece, 'O Canada.'
Of all the shit the choir girls pulled today, this got me the angriest. We got to the end of O Canada and some of us didn't know our notes as we had just learned the song a couple days ago. Coco was lovely and played the Soprano 2's notes for them on the piano to help them out. The only S2s that paid attention were Joy and Jenelle and they worked for at least ten minutes trying to get their part perfect. And Jenelle's not even going to Canada.
What were the others doing during this time?
Well, Amber and Laura were huddled by the door behind some chairs to complain to each other, Courtenay and Sam were off doing their own thing at a table, Alexis and I were waiting to get help from Coco, and everyone else was talking. Loudly. So I got up while Nelle and Joy were working, and Alexis helped me write a letter to Mrs. Harrison telling her what had happened. It was frustrating because we didn't know why they were all acting like bitches to each other.

Gahhhh. I hate chicks sometimes. We're ridiculous.

Musically (and Frustratedly) Yours,
Ginny