Halloween Eve

What a week, though.

I've aways been the kind of person who feels everything too much. Hurt, affection, anger. I wear my heart too close to my skin some days, other days it's almost impossible to get to. I'm difficult.
I'm going to New York. New York City, with the American Honors Choir. I wrote about this a while back. But now it's actually happening. I'm extatic, of course..but I'm acting really strangely about it.
My first thought after I got over the initial excitement? "Oh, well. It must not be that big of a deal if I made it. Maybe they let everyone in. Or maybe they just wanted diversity..I'm probably the only one from Mississippi and all.

I always do that. I remember when I made the Southern Division Honor Choir..when I got the letter I thought "Oh well. That's weird. Maybe they aren't really that specific about who they let in." Now my parents are telling everyone they come in contact with that I made this new choir..and everyone's fussing about it. And I kinda want to tell everyone it isn't that huge of a deal.
Doesn't that just not make any sense at all? I like attention, I'm not gonna lie. I like being on stage, and I like people thinking that I'm talented. So I don't understand why when people brag on me, I want to hide?
Strange.

I mean, not that I've ever claimed to be anything else.

Tomorrow is Monday again, it always does roll around eventually. I'll take it with a smile. I've got a lot of explaining to do about my weekend, but I'm ready to see my beautiful friends.
I'm in one of my poetic moods, where I listen to my Indie, singer/songwriter music and I drink hot chocolate. I watch old musicals and sing along.

It's a good day. I'm breathing, my God is alive. Thanks to all you cool people who keep reading my ramblings.

Lovelovelove.
Anna