*edit* OH YEAH I FORGOT. I don't know how I forgot 'cuz he's sitting in my lap, but who sent me the Fella plushie? I need to thank you properly!! I just got him on Thursday!! *end edit*

I should be able post whatever drawings I want and write about whatever I want in my journal without feeling scared.

Anyway, we had our band concert the other night.... on the 15th.... It made me cry. That was the last high school band concert I will ever have.... I'm going to miss band so much. My college I'm going to this September doesn't have a music program. I mean, it's like..... we played, I felt fine there, and then, I took off my uniform, and changed back into street clothes.... looked at it on the hanger one more time, and was like.... "My uniform isn't my uniform anymore." I walked back to the storage room, and hung it up myself. Number 219, I read on the hanger. The instant the metal of the hanger touched that metal bar, my throat started to get that.... weird, crying feeling, you know? And in the four steps it took to get out of there.... I was already crying. It was just so sad.... I will never play on that stage with everyone ever again. I'm going to miss band so much..... I'm never gonna put on that uniform again, I'm never gonna be yelled at because I folded my pants wrong on the hanger ever again, I'm never gonna have to wear running shorts under my jeans ever again.... I'll never have to wear my marching shoes..... As.... irritating as all those things were, I'm going to miss them.....

♪..♫..♪ ♪....

I need to find a
community band in
Chicago that'll be
willing to take me.....

As....crappy, small, and cheap
as my school is....
I'm going to miss it.
I'm going to miss everyone
there.... except for....
a select few....
But.... wow.

I'm gonna go see a
movie with a friend in a little bit....

We're gonna go see the new
Narnia that's out.