So Gabe and I have officially been going out for three months. Yay! Or at least it would be if the two of us weren’t irritated with each other. To understand the whole story I have to go all the back to the 8th so just hold on.
It all started Friday when I decided not to go to the tempo show (tempo is the show choir) to instead go to Victoria’s house for major AP World History test cramming. The night didn’t start off all that well. We just had different ways of studying and it just was not working. After about an hour of fighting and tears we settled on the idea of breaking the six of us up into smaller groups of two and just switching around. And guess what, it actually worked!
So we crashed around 1 and apparently I had a conversation with Laura and Victoria while I slept. We got up around 8 and tried to make breakfast. That ended up with two boxes of pancakes being made and making me do the bunny dance. -.- Most embarrassing thing ever. Never again, do you hear me? So that day started out okay and as people slowly started to leave I found out my mom wouldn’t let me go on my date with Gabe alone so I chose Victoria to come with us. That was a good and bad decision. This is were Gabe and I got a bit peeved at each other. Victoria decided to throw popcorn at Gabe because he was cuddling with me (at a chick flick I might add 
). This started a whole popcorn fight between the two with unhappy me in the middle. Everything went fine until Victoria got a little bored and threatened to throw ice. By this point I’m practically begging them to stop. Yeah, doesn’t happen. So they decided to throw ice back and forth and I’m now fuming. No one seemed to notice though. I dunno if Gabe is mad at me and I’m not all that mad at him, more at myself for not stopping the all out throwing war.
So apparently we’re okay now but today was horrid. I had a solo audition for choir (the concert being a week from today). I did horribly and left the room trying not to cry in front of my boyfriends. I went to AP practice and smothered my face in a pillow when I got home and sobbed. On a happy note: despite what you’re thinking, Gabe and I are’t broken up. The Day that happened to be our three month anniversary was also the day I would screw up my choir career.
Bye!
