Lovely Loretta

I’m going to make it a goal not to miss anymore school this year,
Except for the half-day in March for my college audition.

Fat chance of me succeeding in this,
But it’s practically March already.
I sure as heck can try. 

Whilst talking to my wonderful boyfriend about how to raise children well, I started talking about my mom. About how she never acted like I was too young to understand or should be sheltered by something. I learned about abortion when I was really young, and about sex when I was seven. She’d tell me she loved me all of the time, and she’d rewrite songs for me constantly.

I suddenly got this mental image of her holding me as an infant, and cuddling me and singing to me and telling me how much she loved me. And that picture was so beautiful in my mind, that I almost started to cry. I’m actually choking up as I type this.

And then I started to think about her mom, and how I know her mom was that way, too. (Now I’m crying for real.) All I can think is that I hope and pray to God that I’ll be that perfect of a mother - as both of them.

I figure I have a really good upbringing, so I figure I’ve got a shot. 

School was canceled today because of so many teachers going down to Madison to protest.
I’m going to go and protest with the kids who’ve stayed in La Crosse down at Kids Coulee around two.

Scott Walker, you definitely messed with the wrong people. 

Curled up under the covers in my bed, eating rice Chex and watching a movie.

I haven’t watched a movie by myself in a long freaking time.

Solo & Ensemble

Madrigal - site 8; 8:20am (7:45 warm up)
Dylan’s solo - site 10; 9:10am
Orchestra - site 12; 11:44am (11:20 warm up)
Theatre - site 10; 1:24pm
Dylan theatre - site 9; 1:42pm
Classical solo - site 9; 3:06pm 

Averbeck: “For those of you that have done this for multiple years, you know that time is relative for this event.”

So I’m sitting here on my bed,
It’s nearing on 4am,
I’m doing nothing - thinking about nothing,
And I hear someone’s music playing in their car.
They’re driving so slowly down the block that I can still hear it as I type this.

Thing is, it wasn’t the typical obnoxious I-could-sing-along-with-that-because-it’s-so-loud volume that’s heard these days.
I actually had to look around my room for a moment and focus on the sound.
I clearly heard guitars, but it was so faint it could’ve just been in my mind.
Easily.
I thought for a moment that a song was just stuck so loudly in my head that I was confusing myself by thinking it was an external noise.
(It wouldn’t be the first time this has happened to me - look up migraines and schizophrenia. I dare you.)
Something about it was kinda cool, though.
I don’t know how else to explain it.

It was a sound so quiet that most people would just overlook it,
But it actually made me stop what I was doing and try to figure out what it was.
Sometimes we just need to stop and be quiet,
Because more often than not, it’s the barely audible moments that are the most important. 

And I’m praying that we will see
Something there,
In between
Then and there that exceeds
All we can dream.

And all these twisted thoughts I see,
Jesus, there in between.

alliwant-adtr:

reblog this if you know someone who has either
cut themselves
committed suicide
attempted suicide
suffered/s from depression

or if you have
attempted suicide
cut your self
suffered from depression

the mental state that someone must be in to want to end their life is extremely serious and is very frightening for those who care about them,
this message needs to be broadcast for the world to see and know

And then life happens.
Yet, somehow, teachers expect us to give a crap about what Obama put as his priorities in his State of the Union address. 

Love Poem
Linda Paston

I want to write you
a love poem as headlong
as our creek
after thaw
when we stand
on its dangerous
banks and watch it carry
with it every twig
every dry leaf and branch
in its path
every scruple
when we see it
so swollen
with runoff
that even as we watch
we must grab
each other
and step back
we must grab each
other or
get our shoes
soaked we must
grab each other