Spent last night setting up the christmas tree with dad... Well, technically I did most of the work since he went to the living room and crashed on the couch halfway through setting up that mass of plasticity. Shortly after dad backed out, Barto called and we just chatted about how basically, in the boyfriend/infatuation department, we're fucked. Thankfully, he gave up on his hopeless crush (the guy's a strict mormon with a blonde/blue girlfriend and a complete jock-ego) so I don't have to hear about that anymore. But... he's still hung over two of our friends (which disturbs/amuses me because one of them I had a slight thing with... apparently he doesn't want to acknowledge that... and the other one is someone I didn't completely consider boyfriend material) (especially since both of them sort of use my friend) so I'll hear no end to that... especially with Winter Formal coming up. Then again, I have my own pains about that subject. :(

Saturday was spent listening/watching sis' youth orchestra perform. The orchestras did pretty well this performance... although the brass section (due to their small numbers) had the most noticable mistakes... and in certain sections the brass and percussion got off rhythm. Also spent the time talking with friends from LVA who're in the orchestra... and trying not to get jealous of friend Brady.

Afterwards, treated Wendy to dinner at Olive Garden where I got really depressed for some reason. (audience:"we all know what it is!") The waiter we had looked like Robert Lowe, another who was flirting with two girls looked like Ed, and the guy pouring glasses of wine for sampling had to do it with one arm because his other was on a sling.

I'm pissed at my parents for depriving me of a chance to actually work out. The garage door needs to be fixed so they cleared out everything in the garage including the workout equipment. At least it gives me time to recover from the soreness I got from the concert.

Completely dreading the three hours of church today. Don't wanna go. Just feel like sulking in my bed... or online to anyone who'll... scratch that, I hate ranting to someone online. (audience: "then why do you have a blog?!")

Still have to make that book for english.

And begin work on my art assignment.