I'm on my soapbox today.

Hey, strangers. I haven't posted in WEEKS, and for that I am truly sorry. I've got a lot of material to cover, so I'll just get started.

The choir trip to Orlando? Awesome. Stressful, and too estrogen-filled at times, but much much better than school.

Honor Choir? More than awesome. I SO love being in a space with like-minded people, making incredible music. These people get that music isn't just notes on a page or something you sing along to in the car, it's a lifestyle. It's universal expression on emotions that people normally might not even understand. It comes off the page and can move people. Music can fix people. It can change someone's whole outlook on their life or situation. In a hundred years, my great great great grandchildren probably won't remember my name, but they'll know music. Is there anything, other that God, that stretches that far? Music is eternal. I picture my life without music and it's not a happy place.

Anyway! Sorry, I tend to ramble on about things that are super important to me. Speaking of which, the new guy in my life is excellent so far (I say that, because I don't wanna jinx him). The relationship happened as a complete surprise to me, I wasn't looking for anybody to be in my life like that..it just kind of happened. He makes me happy. And I think it was about dang time for somebody that made me happy, and visa versa.


School is kicking my butt. I'm so enormously sick of doing school work that I could run and scream. RUN. AND. SCREAM. Especially English class. Let's just say my teacher and I have different opinions about, oh..EVERYTHING. I want to explain to her that I am a free spirit and cannot be contained by foolish grammar rules. I'll write, I'll write all day long. But having to concentrate on whether or not I'm in present tense or if all my sentences are "unified." I think writing should be like music, with rules but also room to run off if you're feeling like it. In my English class, I have no room. None.

In other news, I'm going to this dance thing on Saturday with my sweet best friend. I'm excited. I love to dance. I may dance a little..err..questionably, but anyone knows me knows that I am not the person that I may dance like. I've got a few friends that will dance with me, so I'm looking forward to it.

My family is as dysfunctional as ever, and I may run away one of these days. Just take off. I'd come back, of course, but it's the act of running away itself that would make me feel better.

Okay, last topic, because I have to go re-type an english paper for the aforementioned class.

Being a Christian in highschool is no easy task. How do you wittness, be an example, without being a judgemental bigot? How can you tell people what they're doing isn't right, when you're just as not right as they are? I want people to feel like they can talk to me, and I think that I've gotten that across to some people, but I'm coming up short. I'm afraid people see me as the all-knowing, all-judging Christian girl that couldn't understand anyone's problems, ever. So I'm stressing about it..but thing'll get better. I'll learn. But I'm off, thanks for reading my nonsense.

Lovelovelove.
Anna