I hate the fact that Krisco's on spring break now. She's already behaving as though she never got my e-mail. What's wrong with her? I cannot believe anyone could be this messed up! It's so frustrating. I really just want to curl into a ball and cry.
Why won't she go away? That's all I want. I want her to go away. Far away. I don't care if she has to die to go away. I just want her gone.
Krisco's trying to get Dirk to go to King's Dominion with her during her break. What the fuck? Hello, he's dating someone else. Has been for over seven months now. It's starting to really fuck up my relationship, having her dodging our/Dirk's heels like a rabid dog. How can we move forward? I'm starting to lose my ability to cope with her shit. I wish she'd die. I wish she'd die. I wish she'd die. I wish she'd die. I wish she'd die. I wish she'd die. I wish she'd die. I wish she'd just fucking curl up into a greasy little ball and die. Painfully. With the full knowledge of how fucking pointless and hurtful her sorry little life was.
I've never hated anyone this much in my entire life.
On a brighter note, I went with my parents to see André Rieu (I'm not even going to pretend to know how to spell his name) conduct his Austrian something-or-other orchestra. I only went because my parents bought me a ticket, but I enjoyed myself. Most people don't know this, but I really love classical music. I was in orchestra for five years, so I really appreciate how hard violinists have to work to become any good at playing their instrument. I don't know about the other people in the orchestra, because I never played those instruments, but I imagine they don't have it easy either.
Anyway, André is really funny, as well as being an accomplished violinist. His whole orchestra gets in on the act, acting out and joking around. At times, it felt more like a comedy skit than a concert. During the show, people are encouraged to get up and dance the waltz in the aisles. There was one young Asian couple who were pretty good at it. They looked so cute, the guy in his tux, and the girl in a light, airy yellow dress.
At points, the people were more interesting than the concert. There was one old, old (she must have been at least 65) woman in an antebellum dress. It was pink (of the sort you usually only see on birthday cakes), with flounces, ruffles, bows, and I'm sure that shit that makes it stick out (ummm...farthingales? Organdy? Or, a hoop of some sort?). It was also a hell of a lot more revealing than what a 65-year-old should be wearing. She had brought flowers for André, of course, and brought them up at the end of the show. My mother was so embarrassed for that old woman, she cringed and turned her head away. There was also this hugely fat woman wearing a green sequined dress. Fat people don't need to wear sequins. It scares other people, because they think the contents of the sky have fallen down and condensed into a huge mass in front of them.
I spent a lot of the evening wishing Dirk had come with us. I think he'd have enjoyed himself as much as I did. We even had front row seats!
We didn't get home until midnight, as my father had predicted. I wish I'd had the foresight to take Monday off, but who knew it would last so long?