This'll be a long post. Not just because it's been like a year, but because I have a feeling it'll be another year before I get around to updating.

For starters, and for those of you who might be blind and not noticed, I'm at Hickman. Not Rock Bridge, contrary to popular belief. My classes are pretty groovy, especially AP with Varns and Grupe. Those of you who told me how kick ass they were, you were not wrong at all. I love the way they teach; you learn without really realizing it. If I could make one good prediction about the end of the year, I predict that those two will be my favorite teachers of all time. With the exception of Mother Straw. I'm in Bel Canto, which is an all around neat choir, with the exception of this girl named Nicole somethingorotherthatIcantanddontcaretopronounce. She's like a senior or something, and her stupid best friend cheated on my friend.. which makes her guilty by association in my book. Which isnt fair, so I tried not to judge her, UNTIL she made fun of Stef's chin mole. NOT COOL. She's "president" which is really bullocks because she doesn't even show up for class most days and when she does she listens to her iPod and chews gum and talks. In choir class for crying out loud. Seriously, go home.

On a lighter, less mean note, I have a new kitten named Luna who is the best thing to happen to me since I stopped saying things like "I love My Chemical Romance."

Okay just kidding. My mom says I have to get off the computer because it's like 1am. Whatever, it's a Saturday. Pshhhh. I'll just have to come back and edit later.. something.

Currently Listening Hold on Love By Azure Ray Across The Ocean see related

Whatever.

I hate to be so cynical, but Xanga is really disappointing now.

I don't think I'll be using it much anymore. On the brightside, it's getting pretty damn close to 1,000 days of loyalty between Xanga and me. I can honestly say that's the longest commitment I've ever maintained. With one exception.

But let's not go there.

Have a beautiful rest of the summer, and start of the school year. Best wishes.

Currently Listening In Between Dreams By Jack Johnson Banana Pancakes see related

An excerpt from my journal.

7.12.07, 1:34am.

(This is only one page out of 7.)

...I like my clothes. I like my hair. I like my legs. I like my room. I like my closet. I like my honesty. I love my music. I'm very proud of my music taste. I've waited a long time, spent many years cycling through bad spells of music taste, to find it. I'm comfortable with my music. I can control that. I can change it, pause it, stop it, put it on repeat. The lyrics say what I never can. I love my music. I think being comfortable with something/someone is more important than loving it/them. Don't get me wrong, I love love. They go hand in hand for some part of the matter, but eventually the grasp loosens and it's in that interval that I believe comfortability trumps love. I think passion is being comfortable. I am passionate about my music because I am comfortable with it. If I ever went out on a date, I wouldn't want anything fancy, just to be comfortable. For me being at ease, and at peace, and feeling safe and secure and sure of myself and my surroundings is about as romantic as it's ever going to get. All the great romantic revolutionaries focused their devotion on being comfortably passionate. I wish more people were comfortable and safe. I am comfortably and passionately in love with my music. I cant wait until I can share that with someone who feels the same way about it.

This is just my opinion, if you disagree I'd like to know your arguments.

Have a comfortable week. 

Currently Listening The Reminder By Feist The Park see related

Peaceworks

So I now volunteer at Peace Nook. I've been looking for a job pretty fiercely lately. Not because I have to, but because I really want one. So far I've applied at Cool Stuff, and got applications for My Secret Garden, and Butterfly Tattoo. Hopefully they skim over the fact that I'm only 15, even though I told them that.

I think some devil crept into my head and snipped one of my nerves in my brain that correspond with my ears. Today for example, I was sitting in Panera and Alex was saying something but all I heard was "mmaahamennnnlahheels." (Basically mumbles and groans.) That's been happening a lot lately, no matter how hard I pay attention. It can be pretty funny in most situations, but still something that probably shouldn't happen on a regular basis. Who knows.

I sure don't.

I've been thinking about High School lately. Part of me really wants it to be like the typical high school that you see in movies. That way if a problem occurs, I could just stop by the closest video store, go to the "Crap Adolescent Movies" section and the movie will sort everything out. Like a reference movie. The other part of me wants it to be totally spontaneous. Which is probably closer to reality, though parts can be predictable. I just want something REALLY amazing to happen. Something that'll make me appreciate all the effort I put into my schoolwork. Correction, all the effort I will be putting into my schoolwork. I've also decided I might like it better if I were to get involved with people in different schools (if I even decide to "get involved" in the first place), considering how most of you know about my issues in that category. I just think it'd be easier for me. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, or so they say. Anyways, I'm waiting.

Currently Listening Our Time in Eden By 10,000 Maniacs see related

Xanga is dying.

For me atleast. I almost never check it anymore. There's not much to say anymore. It's just not as fun to use. Plus everything is starting to seem just like Myspace, which isnt exactly a bad thing because Myspace is pretty easy to use, but who knows.

Anyways, I've been sleeping a lot. And I've been pretty aggrivated at people's recent behavior. I'm just concerned, and I care. That's all.