The Rant

I'll find out around ten p.m. tonight if I made it.

Vibe.

AGH!!!

I don't normally yell, I just talk loudly.

But I can't. even. BAH!

I am so sorry that a baseball game was more important to you.

I am so sorry that I have to count on you.

I am so sorry that you might not even know the end of the routine.

I am so sorry that I will be the one that has to take the blame if we mess up.

I am so sorry that you choose not to show up.

Why do you even come to class?

Why do you pay for something you have no intention of doing?

Why can't you do it-if not for yourself-for the ones counting on you?

Which is a small class of about twelve.

Eleven people are counting on you, minimum.

Not to mention the teachers.

The audience.

Your parents.

The works of The Vibe.

Me.

If you show up on monday, I may owe you a candy bar.

I honestly doubt that will happen.

My mom told me to keep my mouth shut if I had something rude to say.

But the truth can be.

And you just have to deal with it.

So here's the truth.

I have yet to know the routine with a partner, and you are the reason why.

You owe me no money whatsoever.

You owe me life and promises.

Let's see you pay that back.

The end of The Rant.

The list will be up in about an hour.

I am terrified.