Region Band and other tales of my heart
So basiclly this is just a stress vent so I hope nobody gets offended or hurt or otherwise.
I'm finding myself becoming more and more nervous as region band comes hours closer. I want so badly to do good. To succed in the one thing I love the most means so much. I'm fairly confident for the most part but that trombone part in Cantabery Coral is causing me stress. That high note is a killer. Oh well I'll get over it.
Next, I really feel like I need to get a job to help to support my family but one's that pay enough to make it worth it my parents won't let me get. I should just drov it but it makes me mad that my mom wont let me get this job.
Morley, things with my friends have changes so much. Nothing seems to be the same anymore. One of my friends in particualar had changed sooo much. I miss who she used to be. I guess things are ever changing but I worry whether this change has been for the best.
Oh well, life goes on. I just need to not worry so much but I do.
More Later
Alice Malice Massie
posted by Boomer at 4:05 PM
3 Comments:
Nice post, nice post. One up on those that haven't posted since early February, (Not you Mr. Mo) Well anyways, we are gonna have a killer performance tomorrow.
~Jared
Hey alyse, your friend isn't the only one who has changed. Think about monthes before your friend changed, and see how much you've changed. Things are different. Well just try your bestest and things may turn out right.
-Wes, the one who will always be there for you.
The only thing that stays the same is: everything changes. You can't go through life without change. I'm sorry if I've hurt you in any way. Thank you for everything you've done for me. I really appreciate everything you've put in to our friendship. Just please know that I've felt some of the same feelings that you are feeling, except I felt them about another friend of ours. I also feel that lately, all of my old friends hardly talk to me anymore. OK. I'm going to stop or else I'll start crying. I'm just trying my best for everything to turn out right. Everyone just please understand that I'm trying to make things work for the best.
Love, peace, and chicken grease.
Christy
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