Today was the happiest day I've had for awhile. It's gorgeous outside. I did well at Solo/Ensemble...my quartet is going to state. It's a three-day weekend. Lent has started, which brings me ever-closer to Easter, my favorite holiday. It just feels so nice to let the sun wash over you. To know that everything is going to be ok. That everything IS ( Read more... )

You know what one of the worst things ever is?

When you were really good friends with someone, but you haven't seen them in a while...and then you run into them. You have awkward small talk for about five minutes before someone finally ends it by saying "I gotta go, but we should hang out sometime!" ...and both of you know that it will never

Flipping July 21st 2007. 10 years of my life spent having a creepy love affair with a series will end ( Read more... )

I have to wonder why I let everything affect me.

I can perform in Indianapolis in front of thousands. I can make an idiot of myself by singing a song from a ridiculous old 50's musical in front of an ex-teacher and some directors who don't know my name. I can attempt to dance for the first time since 2nd grade in front of judges. I can audition in front of 35 other horn players. I can play in ( Read more... )

Uh, guys...Incubus has a freaking new CD out and I didn't know until walking past it at Best Buy. I'm devasted. What kind of a fan am I to not have known?

We'll see how it compares to their past gloriousness.

F YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE ( Read more... )

Man, the great thing about being Catholic...whenever we have a problem, we have a nice selection of like, 200 saints to pray to. And each one is patron of something different. So tonight I'm praying to Saint Joseph of Cupertino (also known as the flying Friar...) because he's the patron saint of students and examinations. So I'll pray that everyone ( Read more... )

Holy crap guys, band is over forever ( Read more... )

I don't want to be alone. I want everyone to get the hell away from me. I can't stand the thought of actually talking about it. I might die from the strain of not speaking. I want to play-act, everything's fine. I want to scream, how the hell are you so insensitive? I want revenge. I want everything to be normal. I want to stand on my own. I need ( Read more... )