Yesterday was alright. I didn't see any of the people I met on my first day, but as I was feeling morose, that was okay. When I got home, my father had left a message for me on the answering machine. Did he ask how my day was? Did he ask about my new school? No. He told me to take any messages left for him by this other company, and text them to his mobile. I guess that means his trip has been extended. I don't know if I feel glad about that, or upset that I wasn't important enough to come home for. After that, I didn't have the energy to cook myself dinner. I couldn't be bothered, so I just went to bed. Maeve curled up on the pillow next to my head, which was lovely. I'll put a picture of her up soon. She's a darling cat.
I hope today will go better. I woke up at 5 am because I went to bed so early. So I practised my Flute. I love the minor scales. They sound so dark and a tad evil. Then I played my piccolo. It sounded horrible, as usual. I don't understand why I can't get a good sound on it. I think I just need a better instrument. Maybe I've outgrown the learner piccolo, and need to switch to semi-professional instruments. That's the flute that I have, but I figured that I would start out new on the piccolo. It seems I figured wrong. I shall have to remedy this. I feel like spending dear Daddy's money in revenge. Though, knowing him, THAT he'd notice.