Salt in the Snow

I actually cannot stand my last post.

"Are you listening?"

This weekend so far has been okay. I went to a football game last night with a group of friends, tonight I'm going to a friends house, and tomorrow I'm going to fright fest at Six Flags.

And that's basically it. :/

This is too short, so enjoy this video of a song my friends were singing yesterday in the car on our way to the football game:

Oh, and Happy Halloween.

Hearing Damage

New song by Thom Yorke, gonna be on the New Moon Soundtrack.

Check it out.

So what have I been up to these past few weeks that I've been gone?

Absolutely nothing.

Sure, I've hung out with friends and went to football games. But not anything I've wanted to write down. I haven't even felt like writing anything for the month I've been gone. Like it's pure torture to sit down with my computer, figuring out what to write. Because nothing felt, right, if you know what I mean. Just nothing I wanted to write down.

I slept over at my friends house last night, and had this crazy dream. I tried writing it down, but it was all too confusing, even for me. It involved this guy that I really like. He seems like someone I could trust, someone that maybe I could care for. He seems honest, someone that maybe, just maybe, could like me back.

In this dream though, I did something that I've been wanting to do for weeks. And what could that be?
Actually talk to him.
To be honest, he kind of frightens me, and I think I like that. He's not really anyone I've really known before.

I talked to a friend last night about him. She agreed with that yes, he was in fact uber hot with his emo hair. And that when she had hung out with him he was sweet, had a gorgeous smile (which he does :) and cracked a few that's what she said jokes. (which my friends and I did all night last night. Good to know that someone adorable shares our sense of humor. :)

This kind of feels pathetic. I haven't written on my blog for nearly a month, and what do I decide to write about? Boys. Sorry about that, maybe next post will be better.

Last weekend I was very busy. It was a three-day weekend, which involved the plant sale, hobos, a freshman flirting with me, a football game in which our team kicked some serious butt, going to a park at 9 at night, and frappuccinos. It was pretty darn epic.

Hopefully I'll get back into the habit of posting more than once per month.
Take care polar bear. :P

Song About An Angel

"I haven't forgot any words that you said, I just stare at the clocks and I cry in my sleep. I tear up your letters and I burn them in heaps, and I gather the ashes in that hole in the ground where we fell."

I'm finally back. I know that it's been a long time since I last posted, but since school has started I haven't been able to do much besides homework and sleep. But, since the last time I posted a ton of stuff has happened.

Thursday the orchestra went on a "field trip" to a concert hall to hear Midori play. If you don't know who she is, you have to look her up on YouTube, she is an amazing violinist. It was all just astonishing. Before we went there we went to the Log Cabin Village, where you basically learn about how people lived in the 1700s and 1800s. It would have been excrutiatingly boring if I had not been with the group I was with. :) The only bad part was that I was sick, and still am.

The last Sunday in August the orchestra had a fundraiser to a gaming place, and that was fun. I don't really remember anything "blog worthy" from it though except for an awkward horse-racing game. It did bring back some memories of when we went to that gaming place in San Antonio in April. :)

"Promise me that you'll never drive. Ever. And I mean it." (;

Also went to the first football game of the year on the 12th. I really need to start bringing my camera everywhere I go.

"It's a beautiful day; the sky falls and you feel like it's a beautiful day. Don’t let it get away."

I tried to make this week a pretty good week, since the first three weeks of school have been nearly awful. And I guess it was okay, except for the whole getting sick part. Which was not my fault. :P I didn't realize how hard it was to be an optimist. But it felt good to not lie when someone asks if I'm okay. I can finally say fine and mean it.

In a few hours I'm going dress shopping with two friends for homecoming. They're making me go, so we'll see how that goes. Tomorrow I'm going to help work on the orchestra float for homecoming parade since they need all the help they can get. My grandparents are also in town, so that should be, fun?

So that's it for now. Adiós.