"Things work out best for the people who make the best of the way things turn out."
Keeping up with school is getting the best of me. I am not sure where all my time is going anymore. I know some of it went to practicing and I am fairly certain the rest went to homework. I'm still working on getting more deposits into the sleep bank, but I seem to find that less intriguing than being on the internet these days.
Many of my friends seem to be going through some kind of emotional trauma. I don't really understand it much, but I'm still trying to be there for them. It's like their worlds are collapsing in on them, and they try to lean on me for support. All I can seem to do is be a pillar for them to lean on, and I hope that is sufficient.
Owasso contest is this Saturday, I keep having nightmares about it. I get this rotting feeling in the pit of my stomach that our Freshman just can't cut it. In my dreams though, we always seem to pull through. It's like I know we're an amazing bunch, but something is missing. I hope we find it this week.
We finally got our closer. As long as no one else gets sick, and the sick get better, we should have all of our show learned in the near future. So many people are sick though. I don't know how much more of this we can afford. We're all just sick. That's about how to describe it, and now that we have all of our show, the end is in sight! It's nice to know that we are close, and scary at the same time.
On another note, I definately have a job now. It's nice to think about. It makes me feel important. Although, I am sure this feeling will eventually subside and leave me with the same thoughts I have about school, except that I'll be paid to be there. Eleven dollars an hour isn't that bad either if you think about it. Since I only get to work on the days I don't have band. Sunday, Monday and Wednesday. Still it's a good salary, so I won't be complaining any time soon.
You know what else is this Saturday? Rosh Hashanah. I'm giving that up because band is so important to me. My friends think I am crazy, since I have an excuse to get out of it. I don't see why I would ever want to miss a contest. My mother and I have worked it out, and for the first time, she is ok with me wanting to miss my High Holy Day service. It's a nice feeling when we get along, I should try it more often.
I am not sure why I keep typing stuff. I just have a lot of fragmented thoughts to get out. I suppose there is more I could say, but I promised I would not say a word. I keep promises. So I'm out! Shalom Y'all!
Many of my friends seem to be going through some kind of emotional trauma. I don't really understand it much, but I'm still trying to be there for them. It's like their worlds are collapsing in on them, and they try to lean on me for support. All I can seem to do is be a pillar for them to lean on, and I hope that is sufficient.
Owasso contest is this Saturday, I keep having nightmares about it. I get this rotting feeling in the pit of my stomach that our Freshman just can't cut it. In my dreams though, we always seem to pull through. It's like I know we're an amazing bunch, but something is missing. I hope we find it this week.
We finally got our closer. As long as no one else gets sick, and the sick get better, we should have all of our show learned in the near future. So many people are sick though. I don't know how much more of this we can afford. We're all just sick. That's about how to describe it, and now that we have all of our show, the end is in sight! It's nice to know that we are close, and scary at the same time.
On another note, I definately have a job now. It's nice to think about. It makes me feel important. Although, I am sure this feeling will eventually subside and leave me with the same thoughts I have about school, except that I'll be paid to be there. Eleven dollars an hour isn't that bad either if you think about it. Since I only get to work on the days I don't have band. Sunday, Monday and Wednesday. Still it's a good salary, so I won't be complaining any time soon.
You know what else is this Saturday? Rosh Hashanah. I'm giving that up because band is so important to me. My friends think I am crazy, since I have an excuse to get out of it. I don't see why I would ever want to miss a contest. My mother and I have worked it out, and for the first time, she is ok with me wanting to miss my High Holy Day service. It's a nice feeling when we get along, I should try it more often.
I am not sure why I keep typing stuff. I just have a lot of fragmented thoughts to get out. I suppose there is more I could say, but I promised I would not say a word. I keep promises. So I'm out! Shalom Y'all!