Michael's dead!

I'm shocked. :0 I now ask you to come on a little journey and reminisce with me. The stage: a half finished 80s decor basement. Horrible brown and tan plush swirled carpet, dark wood panel walls, a record player the size of an oven with a bent needle. A chubby nine year old girl on her knees wearing her Mother's old neon legwarmers and hot pink shoulder shirt. Her tone deaf imitation of the Jackson Five's Who's Loving You making people wince upstairs. That, ladies and gentlemen was me. (As if you couldn't guess.) I fell in love with my Father's almost broken record player at a young age. When I hit the age where you stop being a cute little girl and aren't a "hot" teenager yet I tore into my parent's record collection. I happened to find the precious jewel that is 'Diana Ross Presents the Jackson 5' and fell deeply in love with Toriano Adaryll "Tito" Jackson. He was my first celebrity crush. Oh, Tito. Michael was Tito's "brother", so rest in peace, even if you were off your rocker.

Onto a totally unrelated paragraph! I'm leaving for New York City, New York tomorrow morning. I'm going with....Girl Scouts. We're staying at some snazzy hotel and have a bus tour lined up. I'm just looking forward to the experience. I'm taking my camera but will probably only taking a few pictures. I always seem to get caught up in the thrill of traveling to actually slow down and take pictures. Plus, pictures never have the same effect. Seeing the NYC skyline won't hit you the same way it will when you're gazing at if off your hotel balcony. The shifting colors and rush of Times Square can't be captured in a photo. I'm excited. :)

I guess..

I guess SFBOMD and are "officially together." And I guess that's what I've been longing for all this time. I guess it's kind of weird that all my IRL friends are finally being supportive and my online friends have been supportive since the beginning. I guess I'm super excited for him to call me. :) I know I like him way too much.

I had a band camp meeting yesterday. It ended up lasting a couple hours because we were all so excited to be in one room again. You can tell that everyone's changing, hunkering down into their new titles. Juniors become Seniors, I'm pretty sure you know the drill. I still feel like a Freshy and that this is just a long weekend break. When I saw all the new band Freshies pour in, it really hit me. I'm going to be out of here in three years. What the hell am I going to do without the uniform schedule of high school? Yeah, I hate it sometimes. But if you think about it, going to school is all we've ever known. Damn.

I suck at this.

I haven't posted in forever. Fail.

I don't even know why I'm in the mood to blog right now. I'm on vacation, in the beautiful Smoky Mountains and I'm sitting in my room, on my laptop. I could be hiking or swimming. Or playing miniature golf! But here I am, in my room, on my laptop.

My family's renting this cabin for the entire trip. It's way better than staying in a hotel. We have our own kitchen, theatre room, pool table and jacuzzi. It's sweeeeet. Plus, the whole resort has Wifi. We have a great view from our balcony. I can't even begin to explain my relationship with nature. I'm usually not an outdoor type of person. I stand by John Green's opinion "No matter how nice it is outside, it's always going to be a little bit nicer inside." but when you put me in a new place I go all hippie. Love the earth, man. Dude, appreciate the natural beauty. *eyes glaze over* It might because of my love of trees. There are trees everywhere here. EVERYWHERE. It may be because of my cloud fascination. I don't know, maaaaaaan. Let's just chill and like, totally move on.

SFBOMD and I are still talking. Resulting in me cultivating and stroking a girlish crush which will either transform into something magnificent or die and crush me with it's deadweight. We'll just have to wait and see. Today marks one month of communication. Huzzah.

Just watch it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfq_A8nXMsQ&feature=channel_page

It amazes me how people can mistreat other people. Girls can be so mean. Never take a good friend for granted. If you mess with the people I really care about, you will be hearing from me. I don't cuss people out or do something trivial but I do let you know that you will never have my trust or respect. I will make you feel small.

School is killing me.

That's really all I have to say. I'm exhausted and cranky. And watching Obama's speech made me crave Arabic food.

You're the mean one, buddy.

I'm incredibly restless. I want to be outside, walking with one of my good friends. He, on the other hand, wants to be sucking face with his girlfriend. So, here I am. Exams are approaching at a terrifying rate. I'm ready, I know I am but it still scares the shit out of me. Some hard core study sessions are going to be happening very soon. I'm talking iced coffees and fritos. Yeah, serious stuff. My grade point average sits at a 3.5 currently. Stupid geometry dropped me down from a 3.8. Growl.

At dinner this evening my brother and I got into a discussion (agrument) that settled down nicely, both of us happy (I won, he was pissed and I'm still a bit snippy). He's going to live at home and commute to college. That isn't my style. I want to go away for college. Live in a dorm or get an apartment. Y'know, grow up. He got all defensive. "So, are you saying that by me staying home, saving money for Mom and Dad, I'm not "growing up"?" Woah, dude, take a chill pill. My Mom butted in a few times. "Now, you know Sara has a little more of a free spirit than you do." Uh, no, not really. I just don't listen to Mommy and Daddy on EVERYTHING. Blehhhh.