Tonight was incredible. It's been awhile since I've had a great feeling in my soul. Receiving division I ratings was definitely a great feeling after the scores we've had in previous years at our band Festivals. Hurray for great musicians in this small town.
This was my last high school band festival, and it was a great finish.
I can't help but feel super hurt when I hear that someone whose been nice to my face for forever really, truly hates my guts. That's awesome news right before festival too. I mean RIGHT before. I was actually standing outside the warm-up room. They have been soooo nice to me, and I have been nice back with more love than I ever show toward anyone. I am absolutely disgusted with them, and it is imperative that I let them know how I really feel about them and how two-faced they are.
....really, maybe I should just keep my mouth shut.
After hearing such news, I went into a zone where I forgot my name, my location, and what it was that made me happy. My body went into zombie shock mode, and all I could do was stare at the floor. The words that I was supposed to comprehend made no sense to me at all, and my blurred vision only had focus on one spot of carpet.
I don't know why I let people fiddle with my brain like that. It's silly, really. Being "Emily" is not caring what people think and living how I feel life should be lived, but lately, Emily has been absent. Hopefully she will return soon, clear that absence, and be marked tardy instead.
Speaking about yourself in third person makes me giggle.
I've discovered that I enjoy coffee shops. If I could end each and every day with coffee, good jazz, a small laptop, glasses, and comfy clothes, it's quite possible that I have the potential to become an insanely chimerical writer. My girl Claire and I have already shown some great imaginative skills that we both possess.
Stories with rainbow smurfs, tree ninjas, karate teachers with monkey names, monkey kings, and many more interesting characters could develop into an advanced Dr. Seuss world. That, my friend, would be a chill life.
There is a mouse stuck on my bathtub drain. Silly little mouse! How in the world could it have come across such an immense obstacle? My sister may have drowned it, but we'll have to wait for its next cries...whether or not that happens will determine the fate of the mouse.
Twitter>Facebook....just saying. I haven't had very much math in my school year, so I thought I'd share some simple math for everyone. THIS IS THE RIGHT ANSWER.
That is all,
Emily Page.
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