Friday night I am singing the Star Spangled Banner at the football game against St V. It's a home game, come if you wish. On a related note, Mr. Gorbach asked me after band the other day if I would be interested in singing the vocal selection with the band this year. I am very excited. The song is Over the Rainbow and it's almost a jazz ( Read more... )

My english teacher says I'm bright. And then he more or less told me I am close to failing his class because I write like shit. He's right, I do. I couldn't even deny it. I know that I do not proofread my papers before I turn them in and I know that I should and I should also take them to the writing lab for advice and polishing, but I don't do ( Read more... )

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.

Most of the chickens are raised in the South.

So looking back this whole online journal thing just reminds me way to much of sophomore year.. but i don't have the heart to delete any of it, just like i can't throw away anything when i clean my room like i am doing right now ( Read more... )

I missed my voice lesson today, which was almost a good thing because i forgot to practice. So I left there, and took a drive because i felt so dumb and i didn't want to go home and fight with my family. It's surprising my car didn't break down A) because as soon as i brought it home my brother said it sounded like shit and i needed to change the ( Read more... )

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I think she was a blond, of course it doesn't really matter. Also, her lipstick was bright red and smeared to one side of her mouth.

It's like she's hanging in my closet.. begging me to put on her drama queen.

I can feel the tears welling as my teeth begin to clench.
All the pain is building up and the anger's coming through,
But the anger turns to sadness.  Before I can lose it,
I want to cry.

(This is not a reflection of myself at the current time, I just found this stuffed in a notebook I used to write in when I was 15.)