A strange day

What Dan wanted to discuss on the phone last night but didn't was this: he thinks we should write down our final parting decisions as to not be influenced by spontaneous feels a la Victoria and Ted. This wasn't what I thought he was going to say. I'm also not sure of the idea.

There were a lot of expiration date looming sadness feelings today.

Mom and I got in a disagreement about Gardasil. Her standpoint was essentially, if you want it, that's because you're sleeping around. That's just unfair. The doctor and nurse encouraged me to get it so I got it. Judgement should not influence my decisions about my health. I'm freaking eighteen years old.

Dan and I watched a Ted talk in gonz ninth period about Dudamel and the national Venezuelan orchestra. It was a nice thing.

My physical was otherwise uneventful. I was proud to honestly check no to "suicidal thoughts in the last three months."

CPK with Eunice and Kristen.

Octet. I was a mess already and some critical comments upset me afterward. We sound ok. I need to practice. I became upset about violin too but it was more of an everything.

I shut people out, cried, and took a bath with my bath bomb. It was very relaxing. Dan called me and helped. He said he reached his decision pretty much but didn't say what.

Tomorrow will be better.