if you can read this, send me a sign.

Come out Angels ( Read more... )

“Ninety-nine percent of the world’s lovers are not with their first choice. That’s what makes the jukebox play.”
Willie Nelson

i miss marching band already.
as each day of summer melts into the next, i am realizing more and more that my time at EMU is dwindling. i got a letter in the mail today about a student teacher meeting...i didn't even read it all the way through.
k michael called. life is odd.

i don't have a plan and i'm okay w/that.
no one else is, though.
life is too rocky and unpredictable. i'm going to let reality be reality and everyone can just chill out.
i'll get a job somewhere and get married one day and maybe pop out a few kids. but i'm still a kid myself and i don't know what's happening tomorrow.

i'm annoyed.

my house is about to explode.
as well as my stomach.
i still need a haircut. i still need to practice. i still need to figure out how to do math. but i wore my frienship bracelets today.

it is what is is.

well sam, i was going to do your ten minute free write, but i'm too scared. i'm afraid of what my fingers might type out ( Read more... )

even after, what is it? four years now? my heart sank to my ankles. i still think of you from time to time, too.

you know it's going to be a good day when your car has "got balls?" a hamburger bun, and some green tea on the window. mother fuckers, it's on.

i am really proud of all my friends. with all these recitals as of late, i feel like a proud mother. everyone has grown so much as people and musicians in the past four years. i think i am starting to have seperation anxiety. but i am going in the water tower tomorrow and my birthday is in 10 days and i am terrible at the bassoon ( Read more... )