I think it’s funny when my parents start setting the table when I’m upstairs and they do it really loudly. Now they don’t do this everytime I’m upstairs when it’s about this time only sometimes. As if yelling at me through the banging down of the plates and glasses will make me go down and help? No. Why don’t you just say, “HEY NOM come set the table please?” You taught me manners all these years and yet you forget how to use them so often.
Who wants to buy me a Chopin book of Nocturnes?
Dad is getting me a Cherry Blossom tree and daisies this year :) I’m so excited.
I help people out with their relationship/love life problems so I’m just going to make a group that meets on certain days to talk and assess relationship problems like other people do about their alcohol problems.
I think I’ve decided to purely go in as an English major.
I’m in love with music, it’s my passion, but I don’t see myself as a music instructor. I’d love to do it, but I see myself in an English class, making kids fall in love with books, with writing, with everything. I cannot see myself as a music teacher, and although Mr. Carr is one, his high school level instructing is not up to par. I know in the music world how harsh you have to be, how you can’t be so oh well this and oh well that. I don’t know if I could do that. And I don’t want to teach middle schoolers or elementary so……. If worst comes to worse I’ll switch majors my sophomore year.. but I really want to go in as an English major for teaching.
BRING IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
that’d be so bad ass. and, i’d never get bored.
Sometimes you’re up
on a rotating stage
with a crowd of thousands
bathed in light
Other times you’re in bed
earlier than usual
and warm like a child
not a sound but your heartbeat
all alone and wondering.
And both are good.