Never Ending Cycle

It's been about a year since anyone has posted something here. It's not like anyone reads it anyways. So much has changed, and every body's changing too. Friendships are coming to ends, and new ones are beginning. New experiences have emerged, and a whole bunch of responsibility is being thrown at us. Growing up sucks. I wish I could go back to sophomore year, but then I wouldn't have experienced the journey to becoming an adult. For some reason I already feel like an adult. Teaching my own class at the age of 16, with judgemental parents who just love to linger. Having the responsibility to teach someone how to do a new skill well is a pain in the ass. Having to perform at a high school stadium with half of the school, staff, and parents there sucks too. It's enough pressure twirling fire as it is, I have to worry about not dropping and risk setting the field of fire, or lighting my costume/hair on fire, and lastly trying not to disappoint Mr. Johnson and the other band directors/bandies. Also from what I've been practicing, when I like to whip the baton up the fire goes out. It's easy to restart it with the other baton, but when both go out I'm screwed. If I put it in too much fuel then I'll burn myself of something. Why did I even agree to this? It's what my mom would want, not me. I hate having to do a solo and getting all the recognition and Mr. Johnson said they have an announcer this year! WTF?! They're going to announce my name!!! JEssie Longley. Everyone is going to hear it and it sucks.

Stupid pressure, stupid band, stupid school, stupid everything. I can't wait for this week to be over. Too bad another week always begins. I wish I could freeze time, or live in my dreams forever. Dreams are always safe. Anyways, enough rambling about nonsense in a practically non-existent blog.

Tschau!