Not much to say...

We got through a lot of the opener today in band. ^_^ We have practice tonight, too, so I think we'll be okay by the time the first game pops around...
Which reminds me. *cringes* The first and only game before Homecoming was scheduled for the 14, but Mr. E has discovered that we won't be able to perform that day. Thus he's decided that we'll be playing at the away game on the 21--the day that I had my Shepard College Open-House scheduled. I don't care overly much--I don't really want to go to Shepards anyway--but my parents are freaking. -_- Grawr... It'll be my first away game, too. Neato!
All the other ones in the past four years got cancelled. *shrugs*
Elaina Christmas (call her Mary and she'll throttle you!) works at the Food Lion and came to school with an interesting story to tell me, which I promised Brenna I would post here so she could hear about it. Read about it... Whatever...
Apparentally some lady was charged a different price on one item than she had seen advertised on the shelf. Now, this happens all the time, as anyone who goes grocery shopping may know, and there's really no way to hold the cashier at fault--it's not like they can control the scanners or keep track of every item that got it's price changed but wasn't recorded.
Anyway, this lady started to complain to Elaina, who told her to go wait on the bench as she had several other customers to deal with. So the lady waited. And waited. And waited.
And finally got so frustrated that she went to the manager, complained about Elaina, and told some other worker that if she (the lady who was complaining) was black, Elaina never would have done that to her.
-_-
Well, that's stupidity for you. Elaina is one of the most cynical people I know--yes, Brenna, I'm afraid she beats even you--but she is definitely not racist against caucasions, asians, etc. Please... This is Elaina talking about. She grew up in a town of white kids, most of which were raised on a farm--do you really think she's going to be prejudiced against us?
*is very glad she's not a farm kid... Too many of those at her school as it is...*
...
Why do I always do the *...* things in third person? Can't I just go *very glad I'm not a farm kid* or something? Why do I do that?
*frowns* And more strange traits of mine to come...
Which reminds me--Liss, what kind of pictures do you want? School pics? Boy pics? Pics of my dinner last night? Be specific, my friend!

... I feel like such a bitch...

I blew up at Stephanie today at band practice. -_-
I couldn't help it! She's turning into her sister--no offense to any of Jen's friends!--and she thinks she rules the world; everything has to go her way. Usually I'm fine with that. Like when she's yelling at me. I can take that, I'm used to hearing that sort of crap from her sister. I have no problem with it--sometimes I'll do what she says, other times, if I disagree, I won't. But I can't take the way she yelled at Tiffany and Kirsten today.
For the god's sake, it's not that big a deal! It's practice! SHE DOESN'T HAVE TO MAKE PEOPLE CRY!!!
Okay, yes, I might be irrational. Stephanie is normally a very nice person--nicer than I am (which isn't saying much!) sometimes. Maybe it was total PMS, I don't know, but still... If you need to correct someone--especially a freshman--you don't yell at them. You explain to them how they could improve. That's all. I can understand that you have to be a little bit more firm sometimes, but you don't make them cry!
She's been doing since last Wednesday, using the argument that she could order them around because she'd "been in the unit longer." She of all people should know that that's the shittiest argument you could ever use. Some people are better at marching than others--Stephanie is not one of them. I'm not one of them (I don't think) either, but I don't freak out like that...
So around the time she started to scream about Kirsten not being in the proper spot in the diagonal (putting the poor girl in tears, I might add), I'd had enough. I started to bitch at her, making Tiffany, Kirsten, Allison, and Jess all give me a quiet cheer later, once Stephanie was a little bit out of ear shot...
I hate having to bitch at people... It goes against my nature. I'm going to feel bad all night...

Me again...

*sighs* I think I need to go talk to Beebo... Beebo will make me feel better...
I hope.