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Well, hello again everyone! I'm back, and in the saddle, and ready to see what I can do with this place! I'll bet all you people who come here are just waiting with baited breath to see what I do next, right!?
Hah. Yeah right. All you people means, oh, probably just one. Namely, me.
Okay, I'm doing a pity party here. So sue me! (If you couldn't tell, that's a favorite line for me) Pity, pity, pity. I'm really good at that, especially if it's from me, coming my way. Kinda funny, really, but hey, who's laughing? I'm the only one reading this.
Okay, onto the real entry. I just came back from a tour with my choir of the British Isles. And before anyone gets any of those stupid ideas that I was lucky, I wasn't. Well, maybe I was a bit; but the whole trip was overshadowed by the fact that I just knew my parents would be getting my report card. Wouldn't you know, I failed my chemistry lab. Totally, totally my fault, of course; really it was, this time. I got so stinking sick of that class, I didn't turn in assignments. I can be one of the most perverse/stupid/imbecilic...uh oh, here's more pity/bashing on my head. Anyway, I was an idiot, and I spent the whole two weeks dreading calling home and my parents asking why I failed that class.
Note: I love my family. As far as families go, they are absolutely top notch. They support me, love me, want what's best for me, are paying out the ears in college loans. And I go and do this to them. Don't give me any BS about how I shouldn't be taking their ideas and making them my own; that's a bunch of bull honkey and only someone whose family beat them every day, withheld food, and made them work in a sweat shop for booze or crack money should be saying that. I admire my family, and I want to be like them. Hense my dilemma: I want them to be proud of me, and they are, but they will not be happy about this grade.
*sigh* As it's the end of work as I'm writing this, I'm still torn. I love them, and don't want any secrets between us (and this one is tearing me apart); yet I don't want them mad at me, and not as proud of me as they have been. Yes, I'm being paranoid, but for a reason. What should I do, for anyone who's reading this (aside from me, which is as likely as a drop of water in hell)?
Tip for the day: Go watch Tarzan. Great movie, not that many songs (those that there were flowed in well), and good clean fun. Kinda short, but that's alright in my opinion; it was still good.