My parents are despicable. Last night after my concert, which was great by the way, we went home and I opened my gifts, and I got the normal stuff, you know the clothes, stuff for school, etc, and the last gift I opened, they felt they had to explain. They said before I opened it, that I had to keep this stuff away from Michael. So I opened it and it was candy cigarettes, shredded beef jerky, like chewing tobacco, spray paint, spray adhesive, bebes and Co2 cartridges. I was disappointed that they forgot lotto tickets though. It was funny because when they said that I had to keep it away from Michael, I said," What is it, spray adhesive?"

Last night at the concert, after it was over, I went back behind the stage to get my instrument, and Beau, the guy who spoke gibberish, and invited me to the party was behind me, so he could get his cello. When we got back there, he was out in the hall and I was in the room, and when I came out of the room, he stuck his hand out past the door frame like he wanted a high five. When I slapped his hand, He grabbed mine and held it for a few seconds. You know, I was doubtful before about his flirting with me, but now there is no doubt in my mind.