Today I went to school for free. My teachers cared if I understood things. Today I did not have to worry about where my education came from.

NEW CDssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Bartok: Concerto for Orchestra, Hungarian Sketches, Muzac for Strings Percus Celesta (Chicago SYMPH)
-Barber Summer Music, Nielsen WW Quintet, Hindemith Octet
-Mendelssohn: Midsummer Night's Dream, Symph no. 3 (LSO)
-Berlioz: Symphony Fantastique (LSO)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They make me happppyyyyy

Concert today. It's going to be...ummm...::cough cough::....good. Yeah...good...heh heh...

I just stumbled upon a livejournal that sounds exactly like me, all the things that I want to say but don't. Have you ever thought that maybe everyone feels and thinks the exact same thing but finds different words to express it?

Yay! Today I had the opportunity to celebrate my faith by going to church! I was allowed to practice the religion that I chose, myself, not chosen by anyone else! I was allowed to publicly declare my views on religion! I was not persecuted in any way by my choice of religion or the way that I practice it! Thank you, God, for allowing me such freedom! Thank you!

My church has taken a few hits since Father Murray left, but now it's back to where it used to be. I really love my church; when I went to church at Interlochen and Cannon (and, may I add, that I did not attend Catholic mass at Interlochen; I went to an Evangelist service), I was quite suprised at what I heard in the semons. Often I would ask myself, "What are they talking about? What relevance does this have to the gospel? What does this have to do with Jesus?" And I got to see really how lucky I was. The sermons at St. Teresas are so intensely focused on Jesus, I couldn't help but long for my church when I was at those places (even though our choir is less than medicore and our youth group is practically nonexistant). I'm so lucky to be able to freely hear what I hear and to do what I do. And so are you.

Gobble gobble.
I will not go to Disney World tomorrow
:(

Well, it looks like I am the sole survivor of blogger. But until blogger no longer exists, I will stay. I will not move to livejournal! Poo on you.

I found the perfect gift for someone and it makes me happy.

My hand has a cut in it, and I do not know where it came from.
Also, the veins on one hand pop out more than the veins on the other hand. Why is that?

The house is quiet right now. Too quiet. Oooh I can hear the train in the distance.
When I take bike rides on Sundays I can hear the church bells every hour. I love the church bells...they emit peace and tranquility.

So yeah, today was okay. I really need to practice more! Today I was like okay I am not going to do anything tonight so I can practice the rest of the night but then oh no I'm not practicing oh no I'm not even at home that's no good now I can't play flute anymore. Ah well, tomorrow's another day.
I hate when I'm like "over break I am going to sleep like nothing else and practice my brains out and finally finish my book" but in reality I've slept less then a regular school week, practiced only about an hour per day, and have read a grand total of three pages of my book. Plus I need to clean my room and the bathroom because they are yucko. But, like I said, tomorrow's another day. Or, for this post, today is another day. (on breaks I always post a day earlier than it says because I end up posting late at night--after midnight)

I do not understand many things.

Plan of world domination:
Today: Merritt Square Mall
Tomorrow: Disney World
The next day: The rest of the world

I like the pizza guy on plates. He's cool.

Gobble gobble!!

It feels good to hang out with friends again, just like the good old days when we were young and innocent. Oh how the times have changed.

I had a dream last night that I gave a guy my dad's mashed potatos to eat and the guy ate them and said that they "weren't that great." And I got mad because my dad's mashed potatos are the best. Ever.

IN OTHER NEWS
Sometimes I wonder if, when people are being mean, they realize that they are being mean. If you say something hurtful to somebody, are you doing it to actually hurt that person, or are you just being mean unconciously, like the meaness has been integrated into your character? As much as I don't like either option and I'd rather have nice happy flowers and bunnies all the time, nice isn't always the reality. People are mean sometimes, and, for my part, I'd like to think that when someone says something mean that they are saying it purposely. I pity him who is mean by nature, that would just be horrible.

When I was little, the dials and lights on the dashboard of cars fascinated me. I always wondered and asked what everything did, but sometimes my questions would be hard to answer because I had a big imagination (once I thought a light looked like two people dancing, and I asked, "what do the dancers do?"). Anyway, one time I asked what was the purpose of the green arrows that come on when one hits the turn signal. Of course, at that time, I knew nothing about turn signals or lights or traffic laws. So my parents told me, "they are to warn the other cars that you are turning." And so it made sense to me: the arrows indicated which way you would turn. But, I wondered, how do the other cars see the arrows inside our car? It was a mystery to me; I looked out the window and peered into other cars but couldn't catch a glimpse of their green arrows. Well, I thought, that doesn't make much sense. What good is it to warn someone when they can't even see it?
I was a very inquisitive child. I asked questions regarding just about everything.
And stuff

Sorry about that last post, my brain was being late at night again.

You may not hint,
you must not hint,
it says you musn't hint
in print
THE STORY OF MY LIFE
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"Life is too short not to cherish everything."
Happy thanksgiving, friends. And don't forget the true meaning of this holiday...giving thanks. If anything, give thanks for Jesus. Give thanks for life. Give thanks for air. Give thanks for the sun.
Give thanks to God, for His mercy endures forever!

I heard this before from something, a priest's sermon I think, but I am going to paraphrase. If someone held you under water and wouldn't let you go for, say a minute, and you were on the breaking point of drowning, and then the person let you go and you breathed your first breath of air, what do you think you would be the most thankful for at that moment? Air, right? Life? Freedom? So why do people laugh when I say we should be thankful for these things? They are not a right to have, they are a privelage. They may be taken away. Do not take anything for granted, because you do not know if or when it may be taken away. Everything you have is a privelage. Did you make any of these things? No! You were made with nothing, you were given these things. So be thankful that you have them.

That's not to say that you shouldn't be thankful for other things. It seems that the more people have the less they realize their wealth. The standards begin to be higher, more isn't enough anymore. Well I know that I personally have a lot to be thankful for, possibly more than anyone I know, or maybe I just think that because I am me and not you. But still. Give thanks. You have a lot. For example, if you are reading this, then you probably have a computer. And you have been given the ability to read. And you have the leisure time to read it. Be thankful! Not everyone has these things.

I wrote a poem on the poem blog yesterday, I promise I did, it was about practicing, but when I told the poem to publish it didn't want to and it errored instead.

ALSO, I wrote an essay for the FSU Honors program and the topic was to write a page of your biography 25 years from now. Specifically, write page 147. It was crazy. I wrote about how my superior flute playing abilities charmed the nation and kept classical music afloat. It's a far stretch, I know, but why would you write a biography about someone unless they did something great?
So watch out for May 12, 2012, when I am to make my solo debut that starts everything, and also watch out someone named Ervin Scott, an oboe player bound to be my lifelong friend. Other than that, I know not the future. After all, I only wrote a page.

And stuff...

True story:
So I'm playing in orchestra today, minding my own business, when suddenly I taste blood in my mouth. I look down at my flute and my lip plate is red from blood. Not having any idea what is going on, I wipe my lip with my hand, wiping away more stains of red. At this point, someone next to me noticed and I turned to her and asked, "Is my lip bleeding?" and she said no. I wiped my mouth some more and all the blood was gone. I had no idea what was going on, where the blood came from, or how it got on my flute, because my lips are in the best condition that they've been in since my cold, and I didn't hit my mouth or anything. Nothing more happened the rest of the rehearsal.
I played my flute later in the day for about an hour and as I was ready to pack up, I noticed that there was blood on my lip plate. Again I wiped my mouth, but this time I found no red.
It really creeps me out that I have no idea where this blood is coming from, and why it is gone so quickly, and why it insists on getting on my flute. Maybe it's a sign.
And I am so not making this up. It really happened, I have witnesses.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Go here:
http://www.muffinfilms.com/
And make sure you go in order when watching them.

Man. Reading journals makes me really realize how out-of-touch I am with my friends. Erin, I haven't seriously talked to you for at least a month now; Rebecca, I haven't communicated with you since I was up there three weeks ago! Alyssa K, I don't think I've had a real conversation with you since I've been back from Interlochen!
I miss you guys, and I'm sorry. I'm a bad friend. I wasn't too hot of a friend before, but now...man. I need to change some things around here.
It's because I never go online anymore. I don't know why I stopped, I didn't even do it conciously (sp). Maybe I realized that talking online was taking up a vast majority of my time. I do have a lot more time now, I'll admit. But what about the friends? The friends!!
Sharko: I'm your friend now, Ashley

Schwindt:
"You should fear me the most because I smell bad."

Do you remember not too long ago when I posted about someone I met who lived in Norway and spoke Norweigan? Well, today I learned something even more suprising about one of my friends. I'll still say, no matter how well you know somebody there will always be more to learn. And you never know what that knowledge will be. This guy over here, he flies planes when nobody is looking. This one grew up in Africa. This other guy, yeah he is ambidextrous. And this girl? Her mom is a famous movie director. Ya never know what these people are hiding.

Allright, who spilled the...ketchup?

Okay so today was the AWESOME/EXTREME TRIP TO ORLANDO ADVENTURE. FSYO was rehearsing at a location in Orlando that I've never driven to alone before, and I wasn't quite sure how to get there. So I asked for directions AND I printed out directions from Mapquest PLUS I gave myself an hour and a half to get there. Then, even if I did get lost, I would be fine...right?
WRONG!

And I did indeed get lost. I was so close to getting there, too. I was on the right street! You may be thinking, if you made it to the right street, how can you have gotten lost? Well, streets aren't exactly straight in Orlando. And at the very last minute, I took a wrong turn at a fork in the road. Discovering that the street I was on was a one-way street and that I couldn't turn around, I tried my hardest to backtrack, but I ran into many other one-way streets as well as closed roads and railroad tracks. Suddenly, I was lost.

Have you ever been lost before? It's a horrible thing. You lose your senses. You "lose your mind" as Schwindt would call it. During the time I was lost, I broke many traffic laws including:
-running many stop signs
-going the wrong way on two different one-way streets
-cutting through parking lots and bus only lanes
-turning around and/or changing lanes at solid lines
-surfing red lights numerous times
-speeding (duh)
-running a red light. At a major intersection. I've never done this before in my life. I was stopped at a red light and there were many cars behind me. I was on the phone with my aunt, and she was giving me directions, saying "keep going straight." So what did I do? I shot forward, and before I even realized what I had done, the red light had been run, leaving the many fellow cars behind me, waiting for the light. Those guys behind me must've thought I was crazy or a felon or something. I told you, my mind was totally gone.

So anyway, back to my adventure. So I'm lost. For a while, I drive around, trying to find my way to the place, but, of course, with my infamous sense of direction, the mission could not be accomplished. I knew I was going to be late to rehearsal when 2:00 (beginning of rehearsal) passed. Things were getting serious. I started crying (yes crying), more out of frustration than out of fear. I WANTED TO FIND MY WAY! And those stupid one way streets and traffic lights wouldn't let me. I had to do something. My cellphone was broken, but luckily my mom had the sense to lend me hers before I left. Ya know, just in case.

So I pulled over and called my my mom, sobbing that "I don't know where I am." Hmmm, well that does a lot of good. I exited my car and read the street signs on the corner to her. My aunt, who lives in the Orlando area, recognized the streets and helped me find my way. (That's when I ran the red light. I still can't believe I did that.) Slowly the tears started to fade away and finally I made my way to the rehearsal hall. It took more than double the amount of time that it normally would take to get there, and I celebrated in joy when I reached my destination.

Luckily, there was a guest conductor this week, so I got to make a REALLY good first impression. I was still shaking and tense with a rather moist face while I took my flute out, and one of my comrades told me "Take it easy." Good advice, I thought. After all, it's over now.

Not the one to take chances, I followed good ol Asher on the way back. And for some reason he wouldn't let me pass him, which was annoyong because he was going 5 under the whole time (It's all good, Asher). But it's okay because I didn't get lost. Hehehe.

What's the moral of this story? Don't get lost, because it's a horrible experience.

And I filled my crying quota for this half of the year. I'm human, yay! Too bad you all missed it again :)

Medeival Times is the best.
If you didn't go, then you are stupid.
The black and white knight was clearly the best knight, seeing as he won the tournament, but noooooo the red and yellow knight has to get all the glory. He won by default only. I mean, seriously, he was the only one alive. What's up with that, man?

To the black and white knight: "You're the man now dawg"

Princess: "I'm the princess and I say stuff."

My EBLK theory is holding up very nicely. Never have I seen an experiment prove the theory false. It makes me sad because...it does.

I could spend hours reading my past posts in amazement (reading in amazement, not my past posts in amazement. That was clearly a misplaced modifier). Usually, they still fully apply to my current life. Sometimes I fall over when I read something and realize how well it applies to current life. This one was written about two years ago and it still happens:

Ya know, sometimes I'll be walking along, and I'll have a sudden wave of emotions and my brain will go: "I wish things would've worked out differently" and then it'll be like "but they didn't and you are so over it. That's life, honey. Don't take for granted what you have now, because someday that might not even be there." and I'll be like "Oh ok I guess brain knows best" and I'll be on my way.

I'm so glad I have been given such a blessed life. Thank you for that.

Have you guys ever seen Farenheight (spelled whatever) 911? It's crazy! And every time Texas is mentioned a banjo starts playing.

Has there ever been a time when you know you were being decieved or manipulated but you didn't know how? You knew that something was wrong but you didn't exactly know what? That something was missing or misleading but you couldn't pinpoint it? That's the worst. That's also when you stop listening.
Trust is a funny thing. It's easy to lie to someone; it's even easier to be lied to. What is keeping the world from lying, and where is the trust coming from? Why should I believe what anyone says? I don't have a reason to disbelieve anything you tell me, but I also do not have a reason to believe anything you tell me.
This post is getting much too dark, and I'm gonna stop now.

"It's people like you that keep my faith in society."

Today has been a very good day. I practiced throughout third block and I got to read my book for much of first and second block. I'm tellin ya, I'm never gonna finish reading that book. PLUS I did my civic duty by cleaning and organizing the library during fourth block. It's really not so bad...ok yeah it is. But what can ya do.

Hungarian Dances and Overture to Egmont yEuh
Should've known that Marosi would pick something hungarian

I have been thinking (always dangerous when this happens), if you really, truly trust in Jesus, is it really okay to be sad when "bad" things happen? I'm not talking about sins, just bad things that happen, in general, that you can't control. Anyway, nothing is a mistake, everything happens for a reason, shouldn't you be happy that you are following the chosen path of the Lord? Be thanking the Lord for the opportunity to do His will? It just seems odd to me that I should be angry or sad about something if it is God's will. Eh. Just a thought.

It's all a conspiracy.

"Believe me, you must conceal carefully whatever wounds you have. Silence is the last enjoyment of the unfortunate; let none know your grief; the curious would call up our tears, as insects suck the life-blood of a wounded deer."
-Alexandre Dumas, The Three Musketeers

Austin:
"So a lady comes up to me and says, 'What are the chances of me winning the lottery?' and I say, 'everything to the right of 26 standard deviations.'"

Today, I started yelling at someone and I couldn't stop. The words just kept coming out. She said something that I've been hearing a lot lately and it drives me absolutely insane. The hapless victim didn't realize that I wasn't going to stop, and she argued her point, over and over. And I kept yelling.
"I'm sorry, [person]. I shouldn't have blown up at you, especially over such a small comment. Will you forgive me?"
That's what I should say.

Everyone thinks I'm so mild-tempered, but
DON'T CROSS ME WHEN IT'S THAT TIME OF THE MONTH. Please.
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How's this for a prediction: I will not make all-state but I will make first chair in band.

Remember, Ashley, there is a reason for everything.

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shut up

The best part of today was in fourth block when I was straightening chairs and screaming the lyrics to "America" (West Side Story) in an obnoxious accented voice.
"Nobody knows in America
Puerto Rico's in America"

Or maybe it wasn't...

EGO ALERT STOP READING NOW
You know what I realized? In the past two weeks, I won a state-wide competition which awarded $500, was accepted to the FSU School of music with an $8,000 scholarship, and placed first chair in all-county. And who knows, in a few days more results for things will come out and with any luck it will may the most successful two weeks of my flute darn life.

Brain: Ash, you are really stupid
Me: Always there to keep me grounded, huh brain?
Brain: Shut up

And seriously...just...seriously....

Don't worry about that last post. Sometimes I write things late at night and I look back at them later and I say "whaaaat?" and I'm all confused because I don't how I managed to write or even think up that craziness. But you gotta admit, it's a nice idea.

I saw The Incredibles and it was...well...incredible. (You knew that was coming)

Time for some Myczynski!

It's just one of those things...
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I don't believe that any single person in the morld has one single soul mate. Do not misunderstand me on this point: I believe that soul mates exist. And people find soul mates and gain happiness for life. Just hear me out.
Think about the population of the world, and then think about the number of people you meet in your life. The numbers don't even compare! If every person had exactly one soul mate, then mates would barely be able to find one another! And what if, once a soul mate is found, (s)he spoke a different language, or engaged in activities which you renounce, or practiced a conflicting religion? You can come up with countless situations like these, and while love may be able to penetrate all situations, life for the couple's part may be extremely hard.

I believe, then, that any one individual can grow into a soul mate for any other individual. As we all know, every person on this Earth is different; every person is unique. Therefore, the interaction and relationship between any two individuals is going to be unique in itself. (Side note: just think, that means that your interaction with every person you know is truly unique, not only to that particular person, but also to every other person in the world! It makes your relationships feel a bit more special). And since every person is unique, no two people fit together perfectly at first meeting. You may argue this point wih me, but I believe it to be true. Love at first sight just doesn't cut it for me. To form a truly perfect relationship, compromises must be made: people must change and mold into a perfect fit.
Take one couple I know for example: when they met each other, one of the persons did not like to watch a certain sport while the other did. As time went by, the sport disliker changed to actually enjoy the sport which so encompassed the other's life. Of course, this is but a shallow example, but it is an example all the same.
So where was I? Oh yes, so people must change to complete the perfect relationship, and when the transformation is complete, there you finally have a soul mate. This theory opens up a whole new world of possibilities for soul mates: anyone can be a soul mate of anyone, no matter what the difference. All one requires is a willingness to change.

And that, my friends, is why I don't allow comments on my blog.

Yeah right!

I played Monopoly today and everyone had a monopoly or like 5 properties except for me. I only had my little oriental with its six dollar rent. Hang in there, Oriental!

ANYWAY
Remember, everything happens for a reason. Things seem much better when you realize that. Maybe in 25 years you will say "Man, I'm sure glad that happened to me back in the day" and you will discover the reason. But until then, you will just have to rely on faith: there is a reason.

IN OTHER NEWS
I'm happy because all-county likes me this year.

All-county: I like you, Ashley!

I recorded all my college auditions today.
All-county and all-state don't matter. If I have bad auditions for them (which I happened to have), nothing really happens except I won't go to all-county and all-state. Boo hoo.
College auditions, on the other hand, affect a lot for a long period of time. If I have bad auditions for college, my life for the next four years will be totally altered from what could be.
In conclusion, playing flute today was much more important than playing flute any other day of my life. Which isn't really true. My past life has led up to this day. Every time I played my flute, I have been preparing for this day. So theoretically, today is the least important day of my flute life. It's what I have done in the past that really matters. It just all happens to come together today and form into something society likes to call music. And that is what happened today.

Drop that long face!
Come on, have your fling!
Why keep nursing the blues?
If you want this whole world on a string,
Put on your dancing shoes-
stop wasting time.
Put on your dancing shoes-
Watch your spirits climb!

Shall we dance, or keep on moping?
Shall we dance, and walk on air?
Shall we give in to despair-
Or shall we dance with never a care?

Life is short; we're growing older,
Don't you be and also-ran
You'd better dance little lady!
Dance little man!
Dance whenever you can!

-Crazy for You
"Shall We Dance?"

Today I woke up and I said "Today is going to be a good day." And indeed, today has been a good day.
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Nobody is perfect. If you say to yourself, "That person is perfect!" then you are wrong. The only perfect person ever has been Jesus Christ, and while many of us are expecting His return, I don't personally believe that He inhabits earth at the moment. So no. That person is not perfect.
Just thought I'd share a bit of positive thought with you.

My all-county audition was bad :(

If I was in Sweden, would a swedish fish just be a fish?
If a swedish fish is a regular fish in sweden, I'm want to live there.
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The other day, I was talking to a relatively new aquaintance and he said that he wanted to go to college in Norway. I laughed because lots of people say to me that they want to live/go to college in Europe and I don't believe them. I asked him "Do you speak Norweigan?" and he said "Yes." And I said "No you don't" in unbelief and he started speaking in Norweigan. I jumped around crazily because that is just so awesome. I never ever would have guessed that he spoke Norweigan. I guess the moral of the story is that you never know what people could be hiding under their outward appearance, and there may be much more to someone than meets the eye.
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I play flute all my life and I admire great flute players. Most of us drive all our lives, we know how hard it is, why don't we admire great drivers? I mean, just the other day I saw someone pull into a parking spot, and the parking job was absolutely perfect. A 10 (Katie knows how my rating system is...it's like Mr. Jackson's grading system. Impossible to be perfect). Anyway, I commented on the beautiful parking job and my compainons thought me crazy. I mean, how crazy is it to admire something I do all my life?
For that matter, why don't we admire people with perfect posture? People who have beautiful handwriting? People who type really fast?
Eh.
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In other news, I'm in one of those moods that I am unhappy about something I said in the past because I said it on the spur of the moment and I was perhaps not thinking about what came out of my mouth. I can't change what I said, but it's still making me feel bad. Anyway. Don't worry about it, it's my deal.

IN OTHER NEWS
Allcounty is tonight, woo. I have to make orchestra this year, there's no choice anymore, because Dr. Marosi is conducting it. And there's just no beating the Marosi.
Hey Shannon and Will, remember the Titusville chapter of the Two Crew? That was the best.


Hey guess what MARCHING BAND IS OVER OVER OVER OVER DEAD GONE NONEXISTANT OVER WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
yEuh

Things I learned this past weekend:
1) Colleges will fight over me
2) High E's and F's are all for show
3) Everyone has stage fright-even Michel Debost, even Eva Amsler
4) Austrians are very good at playing jazz
5) You shouldn't judge a player by how he played two years ago
6) James Galway's friends call him Jimmy
7) The more I listen and learn about the flute, the more I want to play (practice)
8) Knowing a flute professor=money for college
9) It's all about the money
It's all about the music
It's all about the fun
10) Contemporary flute can be really really awesome
11) Charles Delaney is the man


In other news, some good stuff happened, I think.
I still need to practice. This is the point of no return: college tapes are scheduled to record on Thursday. I need to practice.

Ok right, ummm yeah.
So.

Brain: How's it going, Ashley?
Me: Shut up

Good thing the day before a competition I'm going to be hanging up uniforms for three hours and marching a stupid show for two and a half (instead of practicing of course).
Not that it matters.

Okay, so, ummm, what's homework, again?

Me: It's not election day.
Brain: Yes it is
Me: Shut up

Man oh man. I'm not going to wish for excitement, but man.

Tommy sounds kinda like tummy. And bottle sounds a lot like battle. And cake sounds like coke, and man sounds like mon and heaven sounds like haven. And stuff. Just in case you were wondering.

If you don't go to the wind ensemble concert tonight (perhaps to watch the election instead), you are dumb. Everyone knows that a high school band concert is much more important than a presidential election. I mean, seriously, you gotta put things in perspective here.

Oh yeah, one more thing: I learned in my lesson today that I don't know how to double tounge, for real this time. But there's good news too: I sure do know how to single tounge.

Costs for colleges:
FSU: $7,208
Other: $31,250
Other: $31,888
Other: $25,851
Other: $36,650

Not to mention that FSU tuition is already paid for in full in two different ways, not counting scholarships which are very possible in music and/or academics. Plus the flute teacher is awesome and it's close to home and I already know people there and I've been accepted to it.

Looking at this, it looks really really crazy for me to go to one of the others. But I have to try...

Whenever I pass someone I don't really know too well, or even when I just pass a stranger, I give them a little half-smile, as if to say "I want to be nice to you but I don't know you so I can't." Well you know what? This half-smile business is going to stop right now. I am going to start giving out real smiles, all the time. Nobody should recieve a half-smile just because I don't know him?


TIME TO TALK ABOUT MEEEE
Some good stuff has happened, I think.
I got accepted to FSU school and school of music (plus I'm meeting with the dean next week to talk about scholarships), my cold is almost completely gone, I'm competing for $500 this weekend, marching band is almost COMPLETELY OVER, and I was on the senior superlative nomination thingy twice (obviously my class doesn't know what I plan to do after college, because I have a smaller chance of succeeding than most people ever). Plus I just got pictures from Interlochen, homecoming, and festival.
After laboring for so long, it's all starting to pay off.
I'd say it's a good time.
Now if I could only memorize Hymn of Pan...

It's time to practice. I think.
Yes, it's time to practice.