Well, here's the life update. Lone Star: damn good time. To Quote Kenny Kesler, "Shut up, you toothless bitch! I'm an electrical genius!"
This weekend's band stories: Apparently Bitch and fat tony got in a fight after beer band. Tony pulled on bitch's beard one too many times and bitch just punched him in the face. THey were both piss drunk and beating the crap out of each other when someone yelled at them to shut up. Tony went out in the hall and bitch just went to his room. After 5 minutes bitch went to look for tony and found him with his keys out, trying to get into room 11C. They live in 15C. Bitch yelled at him to get back inside, but he tomd him to shut up and wouldn't listen. Bitch had to flick him off so that he would chase him and run back into the apartment. Then tony didn't show up for the game the next day.
At Lone Star Bitch spent 10 minutes with a bottle opener trying to remove a bottle cap that was screw off.
Daily life complaints:
I feel like Lurch is pissed at me lately but I don't know why. It's increasingly more difficult to understand him. He's always either really depressed and pissy or acting like an ass with the rest of the sousaphones. He used to be one of my sole supporters along with Steve and my parents. I feel like he's just growing farther and farther away from me.
I can't wait to go home, especially for winter break. I really miss my parents, much more than I usually do. I feel so alone here. I miss steve more than anyone can even imagine. No one loves me here. All my friends are getting pissed and ignoring me because of the cola thing. All my cole friends aren't exactly the friend type. THey're good to have fun with, but in terms of being people you can talk to or rely on, yeah....not so good. Except Siem. Siem's amazing. He understands everything. He really knows pain, he can relate to almost everything. I hate how people think that since I'm kind of blunt and honest and maybe a little rough on the outside that it's ok to be callous and unkind. I still have feelings and it still hurts when people are mean to me. I hate feeling like no one ever takes me seriously and no one respects me.
Steve is more or less the only person who really knows me. He loves me unconditionally, and I can't lose that. He's so genuine and honest. He will always be in my life and he will always be there when I need him; I don't know what I'd do without him. If I didn't have him in my life I sometimes think I'd be dead.