FINALLY finished one. lol. Silly Canadian origami people. Don't use Canadian terms that I can't understand. I folded this paper everywhich way I'm afraid, so at some points it's super worn through, but I love how CUTE it is. I mean, look at the little ears. *cute overload* I'm going to put the Rojas kangaroo by it to compare the two. Once I make  a DECENT one of this pattern, that is. It's so hard to do Montroll figures on a normal 5x5 sheet of paper. I need higher end paper. lol
     Anyway, feeling really sick today. And my canker sore keeps getting worse. So that's not very good. :/ But the kangaroo makes up for it.

     How can one man manage to make me hate everything I love in less than 15 minutes a week? Dan Gilgenbach can. He should be the fucking mascot for failure. I hate him. Everything that means anything to me, he can tear it down at record speed. I work so hard, I work harder than he has in his entire lifetime. But I'll never be good enough by him. No, it can't happen.
     Why? Why can't I have a normal music instructor who will build me up? And help me? And make me ENJOY what I'm doing? No one will ever make me lose my passion for music, but damn he comes close...
     And Dad's getting sick of me putting my lessons off. But I don't care, too much mental anguish. I simply can't DEAL with it every week. I always end up crying and breaking down. I hate it. Hate it hate it hate it hate it. But I do it because not only do I want to be BETTER, I want to be the BEST. And the best is what it takes to get into Julliard. *sigh* 
     But at least I saved my brain ONE trauma for the night. I'm still working on that origami kangaroo, maybe I should finish it. And I'm still on Nancy Drew-- Phantom of Venice. And I got my old build-a-bear from the basement. I feel like such a kid. I'd go downstairs and watch disney movies but damn Noah and Nick are failures at life, so they've overrun the basement.
     I want school to start-- NOW.