We had our first orchestra concert today. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. There were a couple times during the concert when Mr. Najar looked like he was about to kill a certain pianist, but that's okay...nothing fell apart. After the concert, Miles, Andrew Kang, my Andrew and I went out to eat. We went to Wolfgang Puck Express. It was bad...it wasn't great either. One good thing that came out of it - Andrew ran into an old manager that really likes him, and I think he's gonna get a job there. That means he can quit Ted's! YAY! Ted's sucks...well, the management and the money sucks, but the food doesn't. Those are some damn good burgers.

I'm thinking about taking an extra year. I used to care about getting out in four years and everything, but it doesn't matter anymore. I know that I could've gotten out in four years, that's all that matters. I chose to take extra time. It's better this way, I think. I get to do what I want to do, ya know? I don't have to explain or prove myself to anyone. As long as I'm happy...I wish my parents would understand that. All they care about it me getting through school and getting married and having babies. They don't even know what my plans are for the next ten years, not that I do either, but still. At least I have an idea of what I want.

Eh...whatever.