Cello Recital + Awkward Ex-Friend Sightings

I just returned from a cello recital. My sister and I played "Beloved" by Tenth Avanue North as a piano/cello duet and I played the Bach Cello Suite I in C. It's that one that Yo-Yo Ma plays all the time and the song that's on that commercial with all the faces found in everyday things. I also think it's in a car commercial, too. Anyway, I feel like I made all kinds of mistakes, and kind of freaked out right in the middle of my piece, but my teacher comes up to me after I'm done and was like, "That was fantastic! I'm so proud of you!"
I'm like, "No, that was horrible!"
"Oh, shut up, that was great! You're too hard on yourself!"
"It was not!"
"I teared up a little bit!"
"But - wait, really, you did? Sorry about that."
"No, it's fine, just go pack up your cello."
"Will do."
My sister's best friend, Kristi, lives down the street from my cello teacher's house, and her littlest sister, Missy, takes piano lessons from my teacher's husband. Her middle sister, Emily, and I are pretty close, so we sat on a towel in the yard while watching the backyard performance so uniquely named, "The Rock Concert". They do it every year.
But the awkward ex-friend sighting was becuase my old best friend who betrayed me for Michael Newman also takes from the same teacher because I urged her to do so in seventh grade. So, all I had to do today was not look at her, not talk to her, and sit on the opposite side of the yard as her. For the record, the irritating part about her ditching me was that I was always there for her when she was having a rough time, but when I was in need, she left me to deal with it by myself. And she chose his friendship over mine. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I'm out of that friend group because they were, like, scum of the earth at my school (not that they're bad people), and haven't grown up at all sincesixth grade. I just miss having people who want to hang out with me all the time and who buy me movie tickets because they're rich, that's all.
My new friends don't exactly call me going, "STEPHSTEPHSTEPHLET'SGOSEEAMOVIEBECAUSEI'MBORED!" or "STEPHSTEPHSTEPHLET'SGOTOTHEMALLANDGETSTARBUCKSANDGO-TOTHECHEESECAKEFACTORY!"
Nah, this summer is like, "Yay, I'm staying home all by myself and playing on the Sims 2 because I have no social life! I'm such a loser! Yaaay!"
I'm bored out of my gord.
My friend, Maddie, and I were going to hang out at Starbucks because she's moving to North Carolina from here (Denver) and I'll probably never see her again. But, she has to pack now and I have work. How pathetic is it that the very last day we'd ever have a chance of seeing each other, we're both busy? It's been like this all week. Hopefully she'll listen to the CD I made for her. I'm really going to miss her.
To top off this fantastic day, my mother thought it was a good idea to eat grahm cracker stix on the way home from my recital.
Life. Ruined.

~ Steph