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What.
The.
********.

Seriously.

Even though I'm in band (and am loving it, mind you), why the ******** are there so many fundraisers?
Yeah, the concert band IS going on a field trip in April, and it DOES cost somewhere close to 10k..
But really, I dont want to sell 100 some tickets for a hand-made glider swing, and I didnt want to go around, house to house, asking for recyclables (I had to do so yesterday, and got around 14 bags, but it blowed. I hated going out in -30 degree
weather) like a hobo.

I mean, my whole street (and part of town) heard me and one other friend (because the rest of my group blew us off. One went to a ******** cabin with his other friend - who I dont like either, he just pisses me off, but thats off topic.. - ditched us to eat marshmellows, and the other just didnt come - but still donated 3 bags of pop cans, so he's off the hook from my rant.
The other can go die in a hole for making us go out for 3 FREAKIN' hours collecting cans like hobos, while he sat near a fire eating steak, because his other friend ((who I still dont like)) is freaken rich.) were collecting the stuff, and I remember this one guy who drove up to us, and gave us 2 bags full of cans and bottles..
Props to him, he's on my good list (we allowed ourselves to skip 2 houses because of that, bless the dude).

AND ('its not all), when we got to the recycling place to drop off the cans, bottles, etc. to my music teacher and the recycling guys, HE WAS A FREAKING HOUR LATE
(we had to wait for him, because he'd be taking tally of who had how many bottles, cans, etc. to take off from their groups cost. Like if the group had $500 left to pay, and they got $20 worth of recyclables, $20 would be taken off from their group. Pretty sweet).

I wouldnt have minded so much ('cus he's not a bad teacher and all), but I had to wait outside my friend's truck with like 5 other people, because they were too stupid to take my friend's offer of waiting inside his truck.
So, yesterday my toes were blue, my ears numb, and overall really, REALLY ANNOYED.

The guy who owns that cabin can die in a hole.

And so ends my very, very angry rant.

Ugh, back to life, homework, and roleplaying.