Last night was the second game of too many. I’ve forgotten how long these stupid things are. They’re actually really lonely and depressing, that and the fact that the band leaves Pit no room, at least compared to their standards. Friendship mail is always a disappointment. My sole happiness stems from taking the instruments back and hanging in the percussion room. When I think about it, that’s really where all my memories are from band.
The keyboard is what it is. I guess at this point I should just accept my mediocrity and learn the music a little better. It’s embarrassing, painful, and plain stupid. People in my own band (that really should be supporting it) are making fun of it, hell, people in my own section still do! It’s just stupid and no one likes it. On the bright side, I do have the power to out-play the entire band. I’m liking that bit at least.
How do I always end up being parked next to by people who hate me? It isn’t my fault, I got there first, just ask Kalie! It made me feel pretty insecure and upset all day. This is horrible; I shouldn’t let other people affect me in this way.
I had dinner with Lisa, Kalie, Molly, Bill, and Molly at In & Out. It was supposed to be a Pit dinner, but the Pit ditched my first dinner with them, ever. I guess we all know what that means. I’m glad I had friends anyway though; I blame Lisa for this.
Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of them have tried to contact us.