Tonight.

This is indescribable.

No matter. With a matter of one response, you have me back again.
This has been too long.
There's been hours when I've sat talking to you, and yet I don't regret it.
I remember every single thing. Down to detail.

The driver's license is starting help.
I love you.

Never Have I Ever

Nights like these just remind me of how much I'll miss you next year.


It hurts, but I love it.

Make Room.

I always start with the current song playing. Stay Or Leave by DMB. Dave basically equals my life with melodies. I like his ability to lose the fluidity of the song and still remain beautiful.

This has been a big week. Most importantly, I part of my life was suddenly restored. I guess. Its hard going from being so crucial in this person's life to be not even a contact in his phone. All boils down to one person. All its doing. Now he calls me and says he wants to be 'friends' again... Do I look like a damn light switch. I think not. I don't deal with bitches on leashes. Its not that I'm complaining that he sudden;y wants friendship, but its almost like being monitored. Friendship shouldn't be allowed, or constricted. Its genuine and fulfilling. He's doesn't get a Pass go and collect $200, it must be earned.

Drumline has been stressful. I'm really anticipating next week's rehearsals. Seeing where the spots fall. I hope I'm one of them.

There are somethings that you do that urks me to the core. Yet I can't seem to stay even remotely mad at you for more than 10 minutes. Even if you behave like the majority of our student body. Which is why I'll miss you beyond reason next year.

I'm really in need of some live My Epic. Their sounds, aura, and words make me question everything that I had believed to be fixed in my life. Ranging from religion to how I shall greet people the next day. This further proving the abilities of music. I think people surpass music as just a catchy tune to play in the car, when its so much more. The music needs not lyrics. Our performance at VMEA was, for me, life changing. It was outstanding, and all of these brilliant adjectives that I wish I could think of at this point. During Our Yesterdays, I was in tears. The feeling of playing those broad chords was overwhelminng. I'm almost positive I wasn't the only one with mascara running.
Wow, that was a lot of emotion.

You grow on me everyday. We'll be a dream.
=Peyton.

Baby, It's Cold Outside.

^^^ This being possibly my favourite song at the time.... The Glee version of course.
I've lied...again... I said I was going to be consistent with this bloggy thing... But seeing as I hardly ever get on the actual computer, makes life difficult.

Today has been one of the best days in a good while. I'm gonna Terrintino it, and go backwards through my day. Let's go back. The most darling Lydia Brown and I made hats. And not just any hat, but Jersey Shore'd hats. With glitter and buttons and such. You guys better like them or hell will be to pay. We also made a little jaunt to wally world to pick up some supplies. Always a joy. Our abdomens were in pain due to the laughter induced by mister Timothy Mills, and his sarcastic, witty humor... The whole conversation focused on brownies and eating babies. Before that, My familia and I went to fetch our Tannenbaum(sp?) and then nommed on some delish La Carreta. :) I'm not Mexican. Let's  keep going. After parade practice, the violence insued. Mr. Boaz attacked me. Not nice. He kept poking me and untying my shoes. Bloody hell. All looking very suspicious to the average passerby. Complete with perfect cart wheels and the bob and wweave method, Sam and I laughed till we cried. The school day was filled with Bugler's Holiday and the always humorous Matthew commenting on every possible item that has a comment.

I think, now that I put some thought into it, that Terrentino-ing something is starting at the beginning... Oh well.

Serious time... Well sorta. Things all lovey dovey have been alright. Not too sweet or too salty. But just the right amount of Pokemon. xP But I can't have my cake and eat it too. There's always something in the way. Something I can't quite grasp, but I know is there. It's tangible, I'm sure. My arms just aren't long enough. Yet. Shouldn't be too hard. Everything grows in time. But there's always that something, also something words cannot describe, that something that keeps my attention. Something more than a flashy light. Something that must be delved into,  and analyzed. But I shan't complain. It could just vanish completely.

I've brought on another mental attitude towards my academics. Stress, for me, fills up more space than the actual knowledge of the material. Take the stress out of the equation. What's left? The things I actually need to know. Now would ya look at that.

I think I'm gonna go whip my hair back and forth.
Whip it real hard

=Peyton.