Oh boy, did ou ever notice how I almost always write terrible problems? Well, I’ve got another one. I don’t want to play my violin in front of some of my relatives. So i hid in my room and pretended I was tuning my violin. I’m STILL in my room. My parents probably hate me, my relatives are probably mad and I feel terrible. I made a tape up of violin songs, but I figure they wont want to hear it. I don’t want to go downstairs ’cause I’ll get it! Especially when the relatives leave. I’ll kep you posted wtih details. I MAY NEVER RETURN! (I said that to cheer me up, well, a little)

LATER:

Well, I’m back and made it through the day without getting a beating. My parents weren’t edgy with me all day, only to my sister. The only problem is my brother threw up! Gross!

Well, I played one song for (great) Grandma T and I was glad.

Bye Bye for now!