From The Vault/3

I hate my little brother sometimes.

I am so mad I could scream at him if I wasn't too busy crying.

Basically?  My parents know about the time I asked Katrina out now.  I was teasing  him, and he was taunting me back, and then he said, "Yeah, well, you're so ugly you have to ask girls out, cause the boys won't date you!"

And it would have been fine, just another taunt, if my parents hadn't been all, "Okay kids, that's enough."

But then he took it a step farther and was all, "I'm serious, I saw!  She tried to kiss Katrina and everything!"

And then they got really quiet, and I got sent to my room, and apparently they talked to her on the phone, and now we're not allowed to have sleepovers or anything anymore.

I was going to tell them.  I thought they'd be cool with it!  They've been cool in the past about stuff like that.  And it's not like she was, you know, interested.  who would be


And the absolute worst part about all of this?  Katrina didn't care!  No one cared until that little twerp fucking brought it up!  I don't know if my parents are mad or not.  Maybe they just don't know how to react.  I don't think they've had to deal with this before.  I don't think they know what to do.

I swear, sometimes, I wish my little brother would just...disappear without a trace.  Maybe I'll write a song about it, sing it in front of him.  Ha!

I think I'll do just that.

~~Destiny

From The Vault/2

Five Years Ago


Okay the bass is actually pretty cool.

I can't believe I'm saying this but, yeah.  Turns out, it's not just the thing no one notices in rock bands.  Mr. V has me playing some jazz and stuff and says eventually I'll be doing solos.

Once I'm, you know, actually good at it of course.

Anyway, sleepover tonight!  Katrina and I are going to be watching movies mostly, I think.  Mom's promised to let us rent whatever we want*.  She actually said asterisk.  It was so nerdy I died a little inside.

Better go get ready!

~~Destiny

From The Vault/1

Five Years Ago

So, I'm starting to re-think pep band.

It's too late to re-think band.  That ship sailed in Jr. High.  That Rubicon has long since been crossed.  I am already a band nerd.  It has been forever burned into my permanent record, in twenty inch cherry red letters on the fabric of my entire existence.

But pep band.  I'm not so sure.

I mean, the only instrument left is the bass.  I mean, no one cares about the bassist.

Maybe that's a blessing in disguise, though.  I won't be so thoroughly embarrassed when we play at halftime.  And I mean every halftime.  I didn't even know some of these sports had a halftime.

But, well, maybe it'll be cool, learning something new.  I mean, bass guitar might not be much but it's better than clarinet or oboe.   I don't even know what I was thinking, picking the oboe.  I'd get more enjoyment out of killing a duck, and I'd make the same sound.

Later, journal.

~~Destiny