Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Ok. I took like forever to get to this create-post page. I think blogger is doing that on purpose.
Oh, and sorry to those who avidly read my blog. Or used to, anyway. Haven't been blogging.
To those who went to Brisbane...Welcome back! Hope you guys had a wonderful time! And as usual I was restricted to staying at home, looking at the clock and adding 2 hours, and wondering what they were doing right then.
It makes me sad, to see others go, and to see one solitary person obstructing my path to happiness. My feelings never occur at all, to him. I've been waiting to go on this trip since god knows when, and he just comes and says ONE word, and it's over.
I hate it, this feeling of being at home without anything to do but revise, stare at the clock, add 2 hours, and wonder what they are doing right now. Missing out on this trip has made me learn a lesson. Next time he unreasonably obstructs my path to happiness on something that I want dearly, I will just argue.
I stopped arguing quite some time ago, I'm sure many can see that. I sound quieter, more subdued. Subdued, by this very person who is obstructing everything.
Right, I'm going back to band on Friday, after lessons. Or before them, I don't really care. All I know is that I miss band so much my heart could break. And I miss my section too. That day when I went back during their sectionals, I felt nostalgia.
Arh, I can't stand this Home-Arrest thing anymore!!!!
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Oh, and sorry to those who avidly read my blog. Or used to, anyway. Haven't been blogging.
To those who went to Brisbane...Welcome back! Hope you guys had a wonderful time! And as usual I was restricted to staying at home, looking at the clock and adding 2 hours, and wondering what they were doing right then.
It makes me sad, to see others go, and to see one solitary person obstructing my path to happiness. My feelings never occur at all, to him. I've been waiting to go on this trip since god knows when, and he just comes and says ONE word, and it's over.
I hate it, this feeling of being at home without anything to do but revise, stare at the clock, add 2 hours, and wonder what they are doing right now. Missing out on this trip has made me learn a lesson. Next time he unreasonably obstructs my path to happiness on something that I want dearly, I will just argue.
I stopped arguing quite some time ago, I'm sure many can see that. I sound quieter, more subdued. Subdued, by this very person who is obstructing everything.
Right, I'm going back to band on Friday, after lessons. Or before them, I don't really care. All I know is that I miss band so much my heart could break. And I miss my section too. That day when I went back during their sectionals, I felt nostalgia.
Arh, I can't stand this Home-Arrest thing anymore!!!!
