It's been a while.

Sorry about that. I have a new account, though (new, meaning...more often updated) so if you want to keep in touch, please add wednesdaystars . I miss all of y'all and this account is probably going nowhere fast, so...:)

OBAMA WON!!

I'm going to be smiling all day, seriously.

I AM SO EXCITED AND NOT READY FOR NANO.

I HAVE NO TIME TO BREATHE BUT HERE IS MY LIFE THESE PAST FEW WEEKS:

• straight female friend told gay male friend she loved him. chaos ensues.
• her dog died like two days after.
• other straight female friend develops crush on same gay male friend. even more chaos.
• tryouts for out-of-school chorales. tried out for two--one, Treble Choir, which I knew I would get into (everyone who tries out gets into it) and one I tried out for and figured I wouldn't, Jazz Chorale (only fourteen people get in, and only two of my voice part)
• crush on Creative Writing boy resumes somewhat
• LOTS OF HOMEWORK.
• funeral and services (see entry from two Mondays ago)
• BAND BAND BAND; Football games, competitions, and practices every Tuesday and Thursday
• Art Honor Society
• I GOT INTO JAZZ CHORALE (which is seriously huge and was unexpected, because I'm not really that good and fifty or so people tried out)
• German exchange students (who all look like MODELS or something); I am housing one
• TRYING to outline for NaNo
• HOMEWORK HOMEWORK HOMEWORK
• BAND BAND BAND
• CHOIR CHOIR CHOIR
• ON TOP OF ALL OF THIS, MY FRIENDS ARE TRYING TO GET ME TO HANG OUT WITH THEM. 

I HAVE NO TIME TO WRITE BUT I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY. IT IS QUITE A TERRIBLE DILEMMA.

ahhhh school life music life homework.

will expand upon this later.

I have some poems I'd really like you to read--I've been writing a lot lately, since I've got a lot on my mind, but it'd be great if you looked.

Public Service Announcement
Sunday
Note to a Stranger
illiteracy and politics
untitled 4

there are more, but these are the ones I'd really like you to read.

nevermind (as if any of you would anyway). It's all private now.

My friend died last night.

It was a little after six; she and her father were driving home on a motorcycle. They lost control of the bike and hit a tree. They both died on impact. She was sixteen. Her father was a retired police officer. She is survived by her mom and brother, and a cousin she was really good friends with.

The day kind of went by in a haze for me. She was in band (clarinet section), so my band teacher announced it at the beginning of class, and I went to the crisis counseling. I went to second period, broke down, and came back to crisis counseling until sixth period. I finished the day.

I'm making a tribute type of pamphlet of all the people she's touched, featuring artwork and poems or narratives and photos, plus a page of signatures of everyone who was affected by her or remembers her; I'm going to send it to her mom and brother, and give one to all of her closest friends and the clarinet section. I'm going to the funeral. CJ, my best friend, is writing a song.

FUCK, I'm bored.