So I woke up this morning, looked at the girly clothes I laid out for myself the night before, proceeded to put on my old sports bra, tank top(s), T-shirt, and my big hoodie, and skipped the makeup and did my hair comfortably. My dad isn't home this week so I was just decided to yolo it.
I had my second track practice today. It's embarrassing because I have this thing where my face gets all red if I'm doing a lot of stuff and then I stop suddenly and lay down, which is exactly what we did. My face got all red and when I stood up several people commented on how out of shape I am. I was like NO. I. AM. NOT. Ugh. Oh well. I'm kinda liking track just because it's an excuse to keep my away from home, where my parents are, but at the same time I don't because it keeps me away from home, where the TV is. It's also getting me in shape like I've been wanting to do and that's awesome, maybe I can have abs by the time the season's over, which I just found out ENDS AFTER SCHOOL DOES. *insert loud groan here*
The solo and ensemble contest is this weekend, and I just realized that I don't know any of my vocal scales. I don't even know if I can sing my song in the right pitch.... I am sooo fucked. I guess it's mainly just for fun anyway, I don't really care about my score.... OH SNAP WAIT THE SCHOOL DOES. Eh, oh well.
I had something else to write about but I forgot it and I'm too tired to remember. Wish me luck in waking up early tomorrow! I haven't been successful yet this week. I was once last week but I ended up going back to sleep. Whelp, goodnight and goodbye.
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The Diary of a Romantically and Gender Confused Asexual
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