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Theresa Reeves. 17 year old junior at Westmoore High School. In the Marching Band. Made 5th place at OBA with Gazebo Dances, our Symphonic Band made SWEEPSTAKES. Loves music - emo, adult alternative, R&B and jazz. Percussionist in training.
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  • Solitude
    ...written on January 29, 2005, @ 21:08

    I'm always alone in this house, I guess I'll be fine when I leave, huh?

    Well my parents got home about half an hour after I got off the computer last night. They just really frustrate me, if I do anything that I didn't say I was going to do, then I get, "Nice way to not drive." But I don't drive anywhere anymore, I have NO WHERE to go!

    I drifted off at around 12:30 this morning. I got up a quater til 10AM. Eh I don't care, I stayed in bed a watched the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. My parents left somewhere and that's when I finally got something to eat. Since we have NOTHING in my house - I have NO milk - I made pizza.

    After I had taken a shower and cleaned up my room a little bit I watched Mulan. That is one of my favorite Disney movies, I haven't seen it since it came out. They get home and dad knocks on my door and is examining me saying, "Just wanted to know what you looked like." Like it's my fault? He's never home. I just showed him my progress report and a letter saying that he had to pay $74 for my AP english test. Then he left, finally.

    Mom told me that there was chinese food out in the kitchen, it wasn't from our China House resturant. It wasn't bad, but the rice looked like it was the boil in the bag rice. I went back to my room and did my math. I know that what I did wasn't right, but hey at least I tried it.

    Basically I just lounged around the house and then my parents left again at like 6pm. Erika came in at 7pm and she was in the kitchen talking as loud as possible. It was so annoying because I was trying to watch tv and I didn't need that voice going on in the background - sounds like the proverbial nails on chalk board. I just went to my room and watched tv in there. When she goes back to her room she gets on the phone and starts talking all loud like she wants me to hear her conversation. Yes I want to know what you did with all your boyfriends, tell me tell me oh please tell me! I hate all her friends, oh wait that would be just Maggie, she doesn't have any real friends.

    Mom texts me and says that her and dad are on tv and I'm like, "Yes, I want to see you on tv because I just don't get enough of it at home." There is a reason why I'm always in my room, no it's not because I don't want to look at you...**looks around suspciously** it's because I was doing my homework.

    Today is kind of one of those days that just makes you feel tired even though you don't need the sleep. I think tomorrow will be like that because all I need to do is clean up the bathroom, my room and study for my anatomy test on monday. I hope I ace that thing because I really want to keep my A. Oh crap, I take the ACT in like 3 weeks. I haven't done anything to prepare for it. I should look over my stuff from ACT prep.

    My mom called me today and we talked. She kind of made me mad because she wants me to miss band camp for her retirement thing. Yeah that sounds childish, but I don't know any of the people she works with and I don't live there. I guess I should be happy she wants to include me...And she wants me to join the Air Force and not the Army so I can join the Air Force band. Yeah I like band, but I do NOT want to do that all day for the rest of my life, that's why I don't want to be in Drum Corp. It's my life and I'm glad she's helping me to find ways to get to where I want to go, but I don't want her FORCING ME to do something I really don't want to do because if I do it I'll be unhappy. Speaking of Army, Pj has gone to basic - I found this out a couple of days ago while reading Ricky's diary. Pj called him, but not me. Well, he could've called me and Erika not tell me because the other day Maile called me Erika didn't even tell me she called, I heard her through the wall.

    Oh yes, I forgot to add this last night, Erika came up to me during the basketball game and goes, "Hey you remember my ex boyfriend Chris Van Dyne? He's here and wanted me to tell you 'hi'." Because she couldn't wait to tell me when she got home, she had to come up to me in public. We don't talk AT ALL, yes we do live in the same house, but it's not hard to not talk to her. Like I remember her boyfriends, oh yes I have this long ass list hanging on my closet that lists every guy she's ever gone out with - ha, that would have more than a hundred names on it. I bet you that's where she was last night and half of today, what's gross is that she didn't take her toothbrush. That's the grossest thing ever, how can you have sex/make out with someone who doesn't brush their teeth?

    Another thing I didn't add was the fact that I thought Maile actually liked the attention she was getting from Matt. Maybe, somewhere deep deep deep deep deep down she liked him. I don't know, that might be a bitchy thing to do - write it in here and not tell her that - but it's just a thought that I have. It came and went, I'd look over at her during the basketball game and she'd be talking to Matt like they're best friends, but other times she'd be saying, "STOP IT MATT!" I just felt like I needed to tell someone that. On another note, I was talking to Garrett and telling him that he needs to get more sleep because he had bags under his eyes - SERIOUS BAGS. He was like, "I'm sorry Theresa, but I don't have make up like you do to cover it up." I looked at him, "Um, sorry but I don't wear make-up." He said that I had "great skin". That's a new one, what does it mean? Does it mean, "You look good." Or "I like you." Whatever I'm making too much of a deal about these things, I never did this when Wes said he liked my hair. What is my problem?

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    Theresa

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