There's another entry before this, but I'm too lazy to edit it. The guild layout is up for anyone wondering. I also wondered if there is anyone out there who gets referral notices when you refer someone. I got one, which is normal, except that it was in Italian, which I don't view Neopets in. It's a good thing I can still read some Italian, or else I wouldn't know what it was about.
I went to CCRI today and it turns out that I have to take a math test tomorrow morning. My Dad wants to "get the ball rolling" he said this about 8 times in one hour. I have to admit, this isn't what I want, either. I don't want to go to the College of Saint Rose, I don't want to go to CCRI, I don't want to go to URI, I don't want to go to RIC. I don't know where I want to go, but none of those places appeal to me at all, some of them never did and never will. I don't care if it's the best teaching school in the universe, I have not heard one musician recommend RIC's music department and I'm worried if I go there, I'll be like my cousin all of the sudden, dating guys just to get ahead in life. She doesn't even have a full time job, she doesn't even have certification to teach anything past sixth grade. What's the point in working for four years for that?
I feel stupid going to CCRI, like all my hard work in high school was for nothing. I could've slept through senior year and STILL gotten in there. Even though I was awake in Trigonometry, my Math scores suck, on pretty much anything. I'm good at English, but I've been good at English since elementary school. The only difference between me sleeping through the year and me working was that I still have my car and if I didn't do my work, my Dad would take it away. I have to admit, that car saved me from having a chapped face all winter.
I also realized I hate Windows XP even more than Windows ME. It erased ALL of my bookmarks on Mozilla, which I've been using for about two years now. I had about fifty bookmarks and some I visited everyday! Plus, it keeps giving me pop ups to change this program, and warns me CONSTANTLY of pages where you put in ANY form of information, even if it's just a password. It's just ME with pop ups and blue all over the place. I like blue, but there are other colors in the spectrum, it's just too much blue. I hope it didn't take all my Sim games, I worked so hard to be mayor of Sim City.
Anyway, I'm going to be posting some songs into squareone soon, because I can copy and paste again. I'm not really sure what else to say, I must sound like a total computer geek, but there's little else to do around here. I might be going to a Pawtucket Red Sox game sometime next week or the week after, which would be cool. I love baseball, but it's impossible to get into Fenway because it's sold out pretty much every night the Red Sox play there. I think they're one of my favorite teams. I honestly don't like people or teams who win all the time, because it just seems to make people real snobs. I can relate to being the underdog, too, because I don't think I've ever been anyone's first choice for anything, and I've been told that I can't "make it" in the real world. I guess I'll be finding out if that's true pretty soon.
I got an e-mail back from that loser music teacher. He says that he sent out the letter saying my audition didn't go well on the 19th of April, which was only three days after my audition (two of those days being weekends). It just makes me realize that they wrote me off really quick and I don't think that I would even want them to give me a second chance. I would love to be successful music teacher and it kind of encourages me to make him realize he made a mistake. I just wish I knew why he seems so prejudiced against me, is it that I'm not Catholic?, is it that I'm a girl?,is it that I'm from Rhode Island? I just wish I knew, because not knowing makes me jump to conclusions. If it had ANYTHING to do with the fact that my family has very little money, then the people there are real jerks. This guy can't even realize that the mistake could be on his part, or that the letter might have gotten lost in the mail. The mail lady here is on drugs, we often get porno mags adressed to some guy named Chad who lives three streets away. She can't even tell the difference between a 2 and an 8. He just assumes it's my Dad and I who are at fault for not getting the letter.
Wow, it's almost midnight, so I'd better get ready for bed. I'll write more some other time. Good night, everyone!
*Racecar*
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