Unique

Today was unique.

Not that all the others weren't, but this one was packed with interesting things.

Last night, for instance, I was online for hours. Chatting it up with Andrew. 

Then when I finally put the laptop to an end, I laid there for a long time.

I kept hearing weird noises that freaked me out. The windchimes would trickle together and run a shiver down my spine. It reminded me of Signs.

At one point, I heard a thud on the door. 

Just one.

My heart like stopped dead.

But it was nothing.

I'm glad the blinds kept me hidden because I would have cried if I could see outside.

hahah

I'm pathetic.

I then proceeded to think.

Think about a lot of things.

I imagined different scenarios about what I would do if someone entered the room.

I pictured a creepy, young, macho, tall man entering (Knife in hand) all black. 

I decided I would just leap from my bed as fast as possible and run to my mom.

Although, I realize it would do nothing because I would be leaving all the resources behind. Plus, my mom is more of a scardy-cat than I.

Anyway, the point being is that i would not do a thing.

I would run and hop away to my mommy.

Pathetic, I know.

These different scenarios went on forever.

I proceeded to fall asleep.

And awoke....

To my dog whining.

Then my mom screaming to chase the dog.

Then to my mom telling me to get up. (Because we "needed" to leave soon)

Then my mom forcing me to get up.

so, I did.

With 7 hours of sleep (not even nearly enough) I took a shower.

I get out of the shower and find my mom curled up. Reading.

I then nagged her for forcing me to get up.

Me: "I only had 7 hours of sleep!"

Mommy: "You're young, you don't need as much."

Me: "Kids need the most! It's a proven fact. Read it online."

Mommy: "Just because it's online, doesn't make it true"

Me: "It is if it's on a doctor site!"

(She then dropped the convo because she knew I was right.) 

=)>

We left to go to the DMV to transfer the title of my new truck! 

We bought it from my grandma.

It will soon be mine!

We go to lunch first.

Mexican food.

Not my idea for breakfast.

(It was about 1:30, but I woke up around 11:00. I do not eat for the first 3 hours normally)

I forced down some huge nachos.

Thanks mum.

We head to the DMV and Granny realizes we left the papers at home.

We drive to get them.

We get them.

We then drive to the DMV to find it closed.

darn.

Then, we head to our old friends' house.

I grew up with them.

Reconvening with an old friend from the past is always a good thing.

I get there and realize he's different.

There's nothing to talk about.

He has a friend over.

It's awkward.

So I sit in the other room and talk with my mom and his mom, Monica.

She's like a second mother, always will be.

Monica's new "man" was there.

Simon was his name and BOY did he like to talk about music.

We sat at the computer and he talked about SO much music.

He loved amazing stuff. All the british bands from the 70's to Fall Out Boy?

hahah

Anyway we really hit it off.

Did I mention he was from Australia? 

He had SUCH a thick accent.

AND he was like 45 or 50.

He was awesome nevertheless.

I felt bad.

I wanted to hang out with my friend, but I just couldn't.

Drugs. 

Enough said.

We left.

but I left with SO much knowledge of new music.

One band REALLY struck me as awesome.

Sparks.

they are so cool!

I will buy their CD when I get back.

Anyway.

Today, like I said, was unique.

I'm relaxed and will probably be up late again.

(I had Mountain Dew)

;)

Good Night?

Promise.

Okay, this is the only place I can let it all go and just say it.

NightStreet is over. 

At first I was really upset and scared.

Now, I think it's best because I don't even want to think about the other member.

He makes me sick to my stomach, really, I get physically sick when I think about him because I'm scared. I'm scared that things won't ever feel okay. I'm scared I'll be on-edge forever. I used to think he was fun and great to hang out with, but as time went by, he became so needy and mean. I couldn't stand him anymore. He had these stupid moods that I hated! I didn't talk to him for a long time because he got on my nerves. The only time he was cool was when he was outside of school and we were making music.

Now, I see what a horrible person he has become and I am so glad we are not friends anymore. He's just rotten. 

After a week of him telling me to , "FUCK *FF", I get a horrible message from him saying "we are done" as a a band and as friends. 

He's a jerk. 

He's an angry mean person that I don't have to deal with anymore.

And I'm glad. =)

On a good note, Jon and I are forming a new music project.

We may play some of the NightStreet songs that I wrote.

We will make our own new music and it will be awesome!

Currently, we are also writing a Musical.

It will be called: Enigma.

It's based off of the songs I have written and we formed a story around them.

It's tight!

UGGGH!

A few days ago, I did find out about Lyndsey getting into a new relationship.

At first I was scared, and sad, and mad.

Scared because I didn't know who, sad because I was afraid I'd lose her friendship, and mad because she always told me,

 "I am not going to date for the rest of High School"

LIE.

I told her,

"I'll believe it when I see it."

Oh well, Now I am actually kinda happy for her.

She chose a nice guy.

He's really cool. He's a great actor and (dancer)?

haha

Anyway, the point is, they have more in common then we ever did.

She's still a sweet girl and I'm glad she really hasn't changed.

I've realized that life doesn't revolve around what I want.

I've really started to think about things from a different perspective. 

These little things have changed my thinking in a interesting way.

God knows.

He knows what he's doing.

It may have hurt me, but in the long run,

he knows.

He knows the right way for me to move forward and look at the days ahead as open arms.

With this, I have changed another mind of mine.

I think I may go to LA next year.

I am going to audition for AMDA.

I realized that I need to focus on the dreams NOW.

I can't wait.

I need to leave.

I need to get it done.

Far from home.

Don't mistake this for me hating home, because i don't.

My family rocks.

I know they do.

I'm not complaining in the least.

I hate high school.

Period.

People suck.

Rumors suck.

Dreams are great.

But they're just Dreams.

Until I do something about them.

And I plan on doing it next year.

Overall.

This past week has molded me.

I know I'm at least a little different now.

Not new, just changed a bit.

I'm ok.

Promise.