It's okay! I totally am going to delete mine and start over. No muse! You can be Johnny if you want, I'm not sure how to go about picking up that story. (Not like BE Johnny, but write her! I've like eaten your copywrite on that name, lol) and PSH YEAH I'LL BE TAKING INGRID. WATCHAA
The awesome thing about not being able to find pants that fit was that I found my black skinny jeans bought solely for the purpose of band concerts the next day.
I couldn't find pants that fit. People made us look like snotty kids who don't give a sh*t. My semi-solo squeaked. The Ochestra was sucky and too long. My butt fell asleep.
I was in a craptastic mood. I'll tell you in person sometime. Let's just say school's bein' a mofo to me. I was about ready to cry, I needed to go to the bathroom and make sure I didn't waterfall on anyone.