Wow....

Well, the camp i actually wanted to join has finally come. It's band camp and i am not afraid to admit that i play the saxaphone. I like to play it and it makes me feel wanted. Some of my old friends from last year still go, but not all of them...which is kind of sad.

One of my friends, James, is making me a little depressed. He plays Saxaphone too and he's better then i am. I'm not going to say that i'm depressed because he's better then me, but he's just making me depressed. We just got these really hard pieces of music and he already knows it by heart on the third day! Plus, he always asks me, 'Are you okay?' everytime i don't get a part down. I mean, SERIOUSLY!! Shut the hell up James, I'm fine!!

But i can't tell him that. I know he means well, but i just wish he meant better.....

In other news:
I'm trying to convince my mother to let me have contacts. I wear glasses and, frankly, i look really!!! geeky in them. I'm also trying my luck into letting her get me a guitar and lessons. Like i said, trying!!! I don't even know how the contact thing is going to work. She told me to be good this summer and i can have them for high school in september, but i think she's already mad at me for giving her a hard time at softball camp, and making a wallet out of tape. She already said that she would give me five dollars and a new wallet if i get rid of the one made. But i made that wallet...and i love it. Acutally, if i ever get a boyfriend that i love, i am going to give it to him, then i'll go in with a deal. but for now, it's mine and i turned down $5 and the most expensive wallet i could see for it.