Arg. That's what I say.

I had a band expo tomorrow. I got a call about half an hour ago that said: "No band expo. Go have fun instead of being locked in a room with your flute and being humiliated in front of your section." I hugged the phone.

Girl, Interuppted. Good movie. I'm sitting here, quoting it word for word, and my mom is like "How do you know this so well?"

So I'm contemplating all my options for what to do tomorrow. I need to get my hair re-done. I want to go skiing. I want to shop.

I'm skiing dammit.