A Matter of Seconds

Nothing sucks mroe than writing something significant and having it erased.

Ok, this day has straight up sucked. Not really, but allow me to say that it has. I just finished spending the second of two full days wit ha bunch of legalistic baptists who take their fine arts competition way too seriously, who have Wrangler suits (yeah, they make them), who only have two choices for college, Bob Jones or Pensacola, who somehow beat us in every single vocal category we eneterd for the first time ever. They even beat madrigals (i say beat, but really i just mean that the judges gave them better scores. We were obviously better. How could we not be? :) ) for the first time EVER. They don't understand my poetry. They dock points for not bowing together. They are generally overweight and carry enough makeup on their faces to open up their own Mary Kay shop. These people got the satisfaction of saying that they beat the Narnians. Screw you.

Ku lost. Freakin' A. I haven;t posted in so long. What a way to top off my day of losing at everything i did. after i got home, i had to go to a missions trip meeting whic hwas ok, but i missed the crandalls.

If i don't end up going to Chicago over spring break, something will die, and it might be your dog, so watch out! I want to cry right now because the last post i wrote before was s omuch better than this one but i f***ing pressed the window button instead of control when i had the post highlighted and what does that do? It deletes it AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I hate life. Some people are so amazingly dumb. Eat me, i'm going to bed. I hate you, blog.