Ohwell

Rofl. I entered a fanfiction contest, like, a month ago, and I found the results today.

I didn't win. Because I can't win shit.

The sad thing is, I was pretty proud of my entry.

DAMNIT.

Well. I have band camp every day, 7-4, so I don't really have much to say. We called a guy gay and threw his crap down the steps, I got sworn at by a drum major, the usual. I'm just in kind of a crappy mood recently.

The sad thing is: I almost can't wait for school to start.

I go back the 29th. Which is okay by me. A year feels like a month.

Oh, getting ahead of the game, are any of you planning on doing nanowrimo this year? Currently, I'm thinking I'm not going to (this time. I've done it three years running though), but I think that's just my crappy mood talking, because I only thought of it today.

Argh. I think I'm going to stuff myself with a book and a nap, maybe blast Wrock on my iPod.

Some seventh grader (which would mean she's a rookie band member) took my iPod today while I was listening to Illegal Love Potion by the Parselmouths, heard it, and said, "Why do you bother being here, you fat nerd."

Hey, you're the band member who -according to your friends in MY section- doesn't play any sports.

Just sayin'. Damn rookies.

~Foul mooded KK, Somewhere, USA.

Also known as BAND CAMP.

Destroying people's mental stabilty since forever.