*shivers*

I am so frigging cold I can barely type. Thawing out's just as much of a bitch as freezing one's ass off in the first place.

So. Went to show band. It was incredibly bloody cold and incredibly bloody windy during rehearsal and I could barely get a sound out of my flute and my music kept blowing away. Went back to band room until show time; ordered Chinese food but Raphael forgot my order so stole rice from Moody instead. Wasn't very hungry anyway so it didn't really matter, but the point is that Raphael's an ass. Went back to field and froze ass off until halftime, froze ass off during halftime, tried to get permission to go home. Permission was denied by Mr Santoro, but Dad took me home anyway when the cheerleaders left.

Don't see why Mr Santoro wanted me to say. Was no point; simply could not play, and was practically getting frostbite. Ella will vouch for the fact that I was shivering so hard I was nearly convulsing.

Must go warm up more now...

-Claudia