Incompetent violin players!

Urhg! I hate our second violins! They are completely incapeable of playing the basic things that they learned in 4th grade. Ashely, Brian, and I are really tired of them. They can take up an entire week on one line of music. But when the 1st violins (Brian and I) need to replay anything, they explode. "Stop wasting our time" they say, "Ms. Lewis, make them 3rd violins!" Grrr, the unjustness of it all! I will not give any names, out of respect, but I will say that two of them are whiny airheads, and one of them resembles a beaver.

ELLE-avation

Her initials are E.H. So weird. People look up to her, almost hinting I'm supposed to, but I don't. To E.H.? Please. I point and laugh at all of them, calling them airheads, dumb blondes, idiots, barbie dolls under my breath. They have ears like hawks. Any slight insults make the jittery to share with thier queen, thier goddess, that E.H.They want to share gossip they found with her, to make her mad at me and proud of them. If I stop, they have nothing to talk to her about. She pretends I killed someone when she finds out, and almost explodes when she talks to me. She's It repeats for most of the year periodically, then-nothing. Fake smiles and awkward friendly comment-'trying to be nice', she says. Offers to go to the mall, like she thinks I was serious when I said I was jealous of her. Jealous for what? Being worshipped by every moron in the school? I turned all of the offers down cautiously, while being watched with uneeded eyes.'Just trying to be nice'. They love her makeup, her laugh, her perfect body. She knows they watch, but she is no different. Then makeup. Thick concealer and eyeliner, whirling out of her bag and dancing on her chest and face spins into a mask of self concious perfection. "I look like crap" moans the mask. An eyeroll from me when the Uggs tap out. So weird.

I don't like insomnia!

I think I have insomnia, because I have lots of trouble sleeping (thus, a post at 4:45 a.m.). It can get really annoyintg, because some things, like life, require sleep. I don't think that I *can't* sleep, it's just really impossible. My dad says I should do something that really requires attention, but my mom says I should stay in my room. I tie flies for fishing as a hobby, but there is something that you lose when you don't sleep: coordination. I really don't want to be dealing with fishooks the size of an eyelash when I am tired. This post doesn't even make sense, because I am to tired to coherently form sentences. 

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