mood: stressed
music: billy joel-"piano man"
CPCetc: why can't weekends last longer???
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** **So my parents are in Westbury, right? And they've been gone since the 25th, ja? And they're coming back on Tuesday, correct?
THEN WHY IS EVERYTHING GOING TO HELL NOW?!?!?!?!?
The original schedule for the remainder of this week:
Donnerstag:
1. Acting auditions--3.15-6
2. Madrigals--6-7.15
3. then home
Freitag:
1. Talent--3.15-10
2. then home
Samstag:
1. Talent--6-2.30
2. then home
Sonntag:
1. Jesus--9.30-11.30
2. then home
Sounds simple, right?
The NEU schedule for the remainder of this week:
Donnerstag:
1. Convincing Thetard that my prescense isn't required at Talent which will work if God decides he loves me--9-10.55
2. Acting auditions--3.15-done
3. Boredom--done-6
4. Madrigals--6-7.15
5. Blockbuster run
6. then home
Freitag:
1. Talent--3.15-10
2. then home
Samstag:
1. Talent--6-end of breakfast
2. cleaning fest at Oma's--end of breakfast-2.30 if I'm lucky
3. Orchescheiss work--2.30-when God decides he loves me
4. then home. Maybe.
Sonntag:
1. Jesus--9.30-11.30 if I'm lucky
2. Boredom--11.30 if I'm lucky-4.45
3. Travelling to Sally's and hoping God loves me enough that I don't die--4.45-5.30 4. Flute/Piano lesson I don't care about--5.30-6.05
5. then home
6. Patti's arrival--7 ish
Far too much is depending on whether or not God loves me. SCHEISS!!!
And at some point in time, I need to take a shower. Because I definitely feel not-so-fresh. See, I could do that now, but I really don't want to. I mean, I do, but there's the possibility that something interesting will happen tongiht. ...Whereas if I do it at FIVE-THIRTY IN THE BLOODY MORNING when I have to get up to give my wonky dog his pill, nothing will be going on. I mean, honestly, that time doesn't really exist. It's a lie. Like... like imaginary and Bush's election.
And this whole schedule thing wouldn't be bothering me at all, except I found out about all of it... today. Most of it in the past... half hour. And I had my entire weekend very well planned and worked out so that the world wouldn't end. But no. No, that doesn't work. Honestly, I don't mind Oma needing the house cleaned. For God's sake, the woman just had her hip replaced and she lives with a Tussing: notorious for their pack-ratting and ereting piles that would rival the Empire State Building. And I love her dearly and I want to help. And I know Orchescheiss isn't going to get done if we don't do it then. But I know someone's going to flip out about me playing hookey from Talent. I don't honestly think it'll be Thetard either. Because she knows what's going on 'round here and she knows I have responsibilities that aren't the norm. But I've got a very bad feeling that I'm going to be chastised horribly and that's just going to send Kiri off on the frazzled train to the deep, dark patches of StressHell: not a pretty place.
I miss summer. I miss do-nothing days with M*Sak and not having to deal with anything important. Adulthood's going to suck monkeys, I just know it.
And I still have to find a job. *bites lip* And explain to my parents why Felix-Abner's battery was replaced, as well as why J-Pizzle had the car. And convince them that a trip to Truman would be fun and educational and oh-so-terribly safe. Christ crackers.
*looks at clock* *bites lip* *turns back to monitor*
You know? I should try and take this optimistically. It would probably make it a lot better. Like how riding at breakneck speed on Will's handbars was a reinvention of childhood. And my brother's circular insanity is "a phase". This could turn out to be some sort of brilliant learning experience! *silence* *uproarious laughter* Well, I almost managed that with a straight face...
On a completely unrelated note, I'm toying with the idea of getting a different template for a while. Questions? Comments? Death threats? That's right you do...
*looks at clock again* God DAMMIT! I'm takin' a showaa! *runs off to find pants*
Kiri >^.^< ~zzz....
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