That’d be weird..
Yes I have power.. I just got lucky the powerlines didn’t fall around us or anything like that. It may be witchcraft maybe………. But, I wouldn’t admit it even if it was.
UH yeah it’s alot less like camping at my house than everyone else’s.
Just as bored.
Just as lame.
I’m warm but that’s about it because none of my friends have power soooooooooo…..
Wellllll you can come over here anytime you want. :) My house is open for mostly anyone.
I’m most vunerable when I do my hair and make-up. It’s also the time when I get my best thinking done. Why am I vunerable? Because it’s when I’m most self-aware of how people see me.. It’s also the best time to ask me questions because my focus is usually on doing my hair or make-up so I just blab.
It’s also when I’m doing other people’s hair and make up that I loose focus and just answer things or say things.
Cool poster. Yeah cool signatures. I’ll still remember everyone if it gets thrown into a pile and later disposed of.. because honestly although it meant alot to me what would’ve meant more is if the bickering stopped for one night. If someone didn’t remind me that I wanted to be standing up there as a drum major. If everyone that meant something to me was there. Maybe if I had friends that got along with everyone or if I was 10 people that could all have the same memories. That would’ve made my senior night amazing. Let me tell you it was great, but I just wish material items weren’t what people thought I wanted because what made my night the best was the laughter, and the fact that Nana showed up, and how Ashley asked to use the piccolo for the songs in the stands and she was so proud of herself.. goodness I was proud of her. That for maybe even sixty seconds that night I smiled and laughed with such amazing perfection. Goodness. That’s what meant alot to me.
And I wish my mom and dad would’ve stayed and my two of my closest friends would’ve been there and I understand their circumstances but there was still that longing for their presence.
I shouldn’t complain though because it was still a good night.
You could say I’m looking for answers, or maybe I’m looking for questions. I couldn’t tell you which one I was actually looking for.. but I know I’m looking for something. And lately I’ve just stopped, it’s almost like I’ve put my life in pause and am trying to examine it to see if I’ve missed something… Maybe I’ve skipped over some important detail that would tell me why I’m where I am right now. I look at that time that I didn’t tell him, or that thing I never admitted to. Hmm was it that little white lie I told? It could have been that thing I said to that person. Each time I think over this stuff I come to a blank, a big empty space within a somewhere. It’s like the Nothing from the Never Ending Story or the labyrinth John Green refers to. Sometimes when I realize I’m there I question my sanity, am I going insane? Will this drive me to be schizophrenic or bi polar or am I already? Will I be brilliant enough to go mad? Maybe in a thousand years my words will still live on, just like Martin Luther King’s.. Or will my story be told and written about, just like Achilles who also carries the story of Hector lingering in his death. Is it a possiblity that maybe I’ll sing the etching words of a well written musical composition that will linger in the ears of people like the legends of music? I cannot see beyond this blank maze, but I know that when I reach it’s end I will be happy and I’ll figure if I was looking for the answers or the questions.
Western Mass was one of the hardest hit areas. Honestly most of my friends have told me their yards look like war zones with all the trees and power lines down.
OH MY GOODNESS CANNOT BELIEVE THAT TREE FELL. WILL DOCUMENT IT IN PICTURE TOMORROW.
I really want to do the Baby it’s Cold Outside duet with someone this year.
It’s snowing, I must play them
Also I am craving:
The smell of a christmas tree
More Candy Canes
Last game of the season :(
I must sleep now..