MPA (Musical Performance Ajudacation (sp??)) is tomorrow, and my dad(the band director)'s being a pissant.
More of a bitch than usual, and its starting to bug the crap out of me.
I want to smack him, just like when I accidentally broke the head on the bongos at the competition on Saturday.
And now I have to pay for them?
The. Fuck.
It's not like I was purposefully going to break them.
It just happened that way and its not fair that he acts like such a bitch.
>=[
Part of my anger is derived from the fact that I am a teenage female going through HUGE mood swings.
I've been so busy lately that I've had no time nor concentration to be cleaning what my dad wants either. I didn't know that the kitchen was to be cleaned, but I cleaned my room like he asked.
I'm wanting him to shut up, before I shut his mouth for him with my fist.
We haven't started painting our landscapes, even though we said we would, but I've already transferred the picture to an 18 x 21 area, and I'm just waiting for materials.
In the meantime, I'm sketching a lot. Now that I'm establishing my grounds with Djorge, he and I are partners when it comes to figure sketching. (Because we're both done).
He's getting the hint that when I don't like something, I'll make it blatantly clear.
Because that's the kind of person I am.
Off to Theatre Arts...
and Ghetto-ized version of the Merchant of Venice.
...
Oh my.
TTFN.