Making enemies is not a fun thing to be doing. Mr. Talent, in an attempt to piss off this one group of people, played a soundfile from Ferris Bueller's Day Off (when he was "practicing" the claronet) repeatedly about 20 times. In the process, we managed to make a whole group of complete asses hate us. Thanks Jaron.

Spent a good hour on the phone with people finalizing plans for thursday and friday. 'Course, seeing how we have yet to consult our parents for permission... nothing is set in stone right now. Can't wait till I don't have to be so damn dependent.

Murder in Small Town X appears promising. Already they have a twist of creativity from the original creators of Real World.

Been pensive this whole day. Not so much the mother-superior of bitchyness, but my mood has been darkened.

And I've been doing it again lately. Without someone else to share my thoughts with in summerschool (Sarah, Matt, and Cristin being absent) I've become another fit-in drone. This time 'round, the subject of acceptance is punk/emo music which I already love. But then I have to be semi-against commercialism. In a way I do prefer things not to be profit-driven, but the dogma which C drives on is a bit too closed-minded a bit. To keep the general peace in the group I don't speak up so old about things... which means that C is almost generally accepted as being right. I feel like Mr. Sheltered in the current season of Real World waiting for someone to shoot down the person who's preaching against my right to believe.

... I'll have to wait till I'm rested before I go into full descussion of the situation.