One, or Two, or Three, or Not

        It's been "one of those days".  Which is almost as ambiguous as the use of "flow" in describing writing. 
        I went to physics Lagoon day.  It was pretty fun.  It rained and we had to make two bus trips because the district failed to tell us they didn't have enough buses.  I had wet socks all day, but we went on the rides and it was fun, besides some homesickness (I don't know why).  Everyone was nice and let me go on Dracula's Castle even though no one else wanted to.  Dracula's Castle and the White Roller Coaster were the first rides I remember going on, and are still my favorite.
        I finally found an LDS vegetarian!  Which seems, to me, to be a real find, especially considering that the only food at the band banquet that didn't have meat was the chips and bean dip, and even then... I took a risk with the potential lard.  People sure do love their meat.  I don't think people realize that really, meat isn't supposed to be a main dish, even for non-vegetarians.  Especially not an appetizer, main dish, side dish, and another side dish.  But oh well.  That was a good point in my day.
        The band banquet was at 6:30 P.M., so about fifteen minutes after I got back.  I felt bad that I couldn't help more, and some people seemed really stressed.   My parents showed up, which was surprising, and then I ended up feeling bad for forgetting to call them and forgetting that they were coming.  The food was... not good to me -- skeptical-izing-like.  And then for some reason I just... wasn't happy about anything, really.  I knew I should have been happy for some people and grateful and empathetic... but for most people, I wasn't, and I'm not sure what was wrong with me.  And I remembered all of my stress about color guard and finding an instructor, captains (which stresses me out because we might not have some), and (a) representative/s for band council.  I felt unprepared.  I know I can't do anything about who our instructor is, or what they do/how they do it, not really... but I'm worrying about it anyway.  I'm supposed to meet her (Mr. Simpson makes it sound like they're all girls who applied) on Tuesday -- we all are.  I hope I like her.  I miss Eva.  (Don't cry on the couch, Rachel.)
       And the band banquet brought back some memories I'm not sure I'd like to have had brought back.  I felt like I was doing so well with forgetting.
        I'm crying and don't prefer my parents to ask why, so I guess that's it.