The Haunting

was a seriously funny scary movie. At least with me and my friend watching it, with our lovely commentary. Hahah, I love staying home watching a movie with friends instead of standing and shivering at the football game at school. Hahhhh.


Tomorrow is homecoming, and I kind of can't remember why I wanted to go, but I'm sort of kind of looking forward to it. Who knows?
Sunday is NeverShoutNever concert!!! I'm sooooo excited. I love him! :)

For some reason, I can't seem to write anything worthwhile lately. Maybe I'm finally settling down into life again. A job (teaching swim lessons) and homework under control. Friends (come on, look at us!) and everything seems to be going well. I don't want drama, but I'd like something of consequence to happen. Sadly, that usually entails the g word. Guys. I don't know if i can handle that, but you never know....

I'm going to paint a poem on my wall. help me choose! if you realllllly like one of the ones previously on my blog, hunt it down, and tell me what the post was called. Please and thank you.

writers block.

oh, anna, your cousin is in my SMaRT period class. Whoa, dude. :)

mhmmm

I painted this over the course of a week. Somehow, between swim lessons and quiz bowl and homework, I found time for this. Because, really, I enjoyed it. Sure, I googled peacocks and then drew it on the wall THEN painted it, but whatever. I love in anyway. :)

Champagnes for Celebrating

(I'll Take a Martini)

Current obsession: Mayday Parade!

So last night, there was this party. We danced allllll night long and it was the best time ive had in a while. Seeing us dance, it's no wonder we love concerts! We dance like we're at a concert, jumping and screaming and sweating. This morning I woke up with a bruise on my cheek and a very sore neck. (The bruise is because I was playing ping pong and Danny tickled me, and i swung around with the paddle and nailed myself in the face and him on the shoulder. Ouch)

School is getting easier for me. Because, I'm used to it. I know I have to read a TON for AP World History every night, so I plan ahead and highlight in my book and get all my other homework done. Now, if only I could remember to do projects....

I'll update on the crazy adventures of Emmer once I have some to report on.
Right now, i'm just waiting on this letter..... ;)

Growing up,

Little hash marks
up, up the doorway.
Remember, when I
was young?
The days when I
stood tall, prideful
in who I was.
Society has shaped
me, shaped all of
you. Slouching
in a tall shadow,
not able to live up,
lacking want to try.
Little hash marks
in the doorway.

Growing up, but
beaten down.
No longer able
to giggle for hours
on end.
Remember?
When life was
silly.
Remember, the
days when I was
young, small.
Awkward youth.
Growing up,
but beaten again.

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Orchestra concert today. We played okay. But when I was sitting there in the crowd in my hideous dress and heels, looking up at that other orchestra sitting under the lights, breathing in the concert, and their fingers tracing familiar paths up and down the necks of their instruments, it was somehow magical. Dreamlike and beautiful. The notes may have been... ehm, wrong sometimes, but it was the energy with which the crowd responded, some swaying along. I myself was transfixed with the cellos and the way their fingers and bows seemed to weave effortlessly in and out of notes. I hope that I look that way when I play.

Time

Peacock. That's right, peacock. I'm painting one on my wall, pictures up as soon as i can think of it. And, when it's done. Tee hee.

Monday, again. I wish i could speed forward time to homecoming and then to NeverShoutNever! Gosh, how fast time is passing. the leaves on the trees are changing colour, the chill has set in, the comforter on my bed has shown itself, the air smells like that strange blend of fall, rain, and winter. Christmas shopping? Nine weeks exams? Finals? What is all of this? Can I slow it down? Make more memories, because I love it so much. I can't imagine growing old, can you? Because I'm 14, and I can't even picture being 17 or 18. Not even close. And, somehow, I don't want to be. Not yet. These are the years that I can be crazy and find out just who I am.

I wrote a poem, but i can't find it! oh, no! maybe i'll post it later. Au revoir!

Ruler

so i have this drum, in my room. And it is loud. Snare drums are INSANELY loud, just so you know. And every time i pick up the drum sticks, my sister gets annoyed and tells me to stop playing. well then, guess its going to be a four a.m. wakeup for you! Well, im kidding, but wouldn't that be funny?

so, Ive posted alot of poems on here. And, the majority of poems I've written lately are on here. I love putting poems on here because i write about things that are real, and i think that its easy to relate to, because its better than reading a poem "Quoth the Raven, Nevermore" which makes NO sense to you whatsoever, am i right?

I'm going to go on a writing rampage, so beware!

Thought of the day: is strength recognizing that you are weak?