2004-05-04 - 7:48 p.m.
Damn, my mom scares the crap outta me.
I am suppose to be at Our Town practice right now.
But I am not. Why, you ask? Mom is being v. weird.
I feel really bad 'cause I need to be at practice since I probably won't be able to go tomorrow to get fitted for a costume. Not to mention that opening night is next week. Or I could be elsewhere at an event that is important to certain other people...
But of course the car is not able to be driven in its present state and I am too afraid to leave this room.
Oh God, my mom just walked in here holding stuffed animals and a beer and proceeded to talk about the car and my books.
She really has been weird today. I was late after DM today. So late that Band Director came up to me and said that my mom had wandered into the bandroom looking for me. When I got in the car she acted like nothing had happened. And she gave me pie.
Those of you who know my mother will understand why this behaviour is so unusual.
Okay, I am going to leave the room now. I will find my mom and take back the sleeping bag that she took with her when she left the room. If I locate said sleeping bag and successfully make it back to the room, this will not be the last entry of the day...
