November 2, 2004: Playoff Game
Sorry about not including November 1, 2004. Tonight was so bad that I can't even remember it.
I'm not in a very good mood right now. I've come to realize that my life is a living hell. It's not that I want to die, it's that I don't want the life I'm in right now. I'm probably going to leave home before school tomorrow so don't have any hopes of seeing me again. I hope you all are happy to be rid of me.
Jazz didn't go as well. I need to work on my songs a little more.
The actual school day wasn't anything different than usual, although with a certain girl gone from lunch, we were able to have a serious discussion.
It started at the school, where we just waited for the buses. I had just worn very thick clothing, since uniforms weren't required. When the buses did come, we got on for the long ride to Juanita High School.
Once there, we went into the far stands and unpacked. A few of us then put the cases underneath them. The game progressed slowly. As time went on, the trombone guy and I started to fight a little. His upperclassman set us straight, but it only lasted a while. The fights got worse and worse, which completely ruined my mood. Of course, the funny dance to the drum cadence helped to cheer me up a couple of times.
During third quarter, I went to the snack bar. While I waited in line, this one girl recognized me from summer school math. She goes to Inglemoor. Her friend was talking about herself being scary and hyper, and I said that she didn't know either one of those. This put me in a better mood. It'd be nice to talk to her again.
When it ended, we played a few songs, then went to the buses. I was freezing, despite my many layers of clothing. I listened to music, since I was pretty depressed form what happened in the stands.
My original plan of transferring to Inglemoor was thwarted, due to the system. If I would've known that my life would become a living hell at Bothell, I would've gone to a different school.