What The FREAK Fafsa Doesn't Open Until December And I Can't Do My GSAs Until I Do My Stupid Fucking

what the FREAK fafsa doesn't open until december and i can't do my GSAs until i do my stupid fucking fafsa and im probably only gonna get like five cents and some dryer lint anyway because we're not technically under the poverty line i'm GONNA DIEEEEEEE

s'blood

i hate everything about marching band soo fucking much because well. let me gather my thoughts here

first i had to wear the stupid fucking uniform today and i've had the same size bibbers (overall thingies) for FOUR years and thats not because i havent grown but the ones above are taken by someone else and i can't breathe in them like at all it's so terrible and it tries to force me into a womanly shape it's terrible

second i pushed my shit to the stadium and friend 1 kept on saying fatty fat fat which was weird because whenever it happened me and friend 2 would lose course and our wheels of our instruments would go in the grass and then when we got to the stadium me and friend 2 went to unload the trailer (friend 1 was by the side just being useless ig)

and friend 1 says fatty fat fat again and my shoes slip while we move a speaker off the trailer and the speaker fell and hit friend 2 a little bit and he starts complaining about it to EVERYONE being like "jude pushed a speaker onto me!!" and not elaborating for like 5 minutes which i KNEW it was a joke but people were coming up to me and saying i was an asshole for doing that when it WASNT even on purpose

then it started raining and we had to put tarps over our instruments and front ensemble member 3 forgot his tarp and band director blamed me for it even though I HAD MINE and it wasn't my fault front ensemble member 3 is utterly incompetent and front ensemble member 3 refused to push his board so band director made me push his and mine simultaneously which is hell because the stadium and the band hall are like a quarter mile away

then i had a class with friend 2 (speaker guy) and he was complaining to our non band friends and he lifted his sleeve and friend 4 laughed and said "that's not even bad, those look like koolaid stains" and friend 2 got SUPER mad and stood up and left school

timeskip to fourth block i go to the band hall again and do a lot of work and then friends 5 and 6 lock me in a room and dont let me out for 10 minutes.

i fucking HATE MY LIFEEE

i have to be at the band hall at 10 am tomorrow!!

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oughhh im so tired. sleep claims at my eyes. alas i have a vagenis and i am cramping out of my mind so much that no ibuprofen can save me now