and I'll probably deserve it
My friend is having her Senior Recital tonight and I'm not going. I told her I would go, but truth is, I never really intended to. I lied, basically. I hate that kind of music -- opera, classical -- especially when sung by a high soprano. She has a beautiful voice, but the high loud notes hurt my ears. (Literally. I have some damage to my inner ears, and they can't handle loud or high pitches)
They don't know I'm not coming yet. I really don't know what I'm going to tell them when they ask why I wasn't there. I'm sure I'll come up with some excuse... but I don't know what just yet.
I also don't want to go sit with my friend and her fiance. She's been such a downer lately, and I can't take any more of it. I was in pain this morning, but I couldn't have been in a better mood. Last night's frivolity was still fresh in my mind and I was happy. I start talking to her, and all she can do is make fun of me, complain about having to stay up and work on a paper till 4am (not that she couldn't have written it earlier or anything) and how made she was at this person and that. I really can't listen to any more of that. Really. Can't.
Plus, I'm craving Taco Bell now thanks to reading my brother's article. So, obviously, I will not be around when the recital begins. Then, I need to go look for toad suck daze shirts.
Later all.