Lead me to your heart

So I had a pretty awesome day on Saturday with Kristan and Kelsey.
It was our mini adventure....basically involving us being mad at Kristan's crappy GPS, and trying to find a place to get piercings in south carolina.
Sadly, there's only one and it's over-priced and filled with potheads.
I tried really hard to enjoy myself and it half worked.
Horrid feelings and memories came back, and it was uncomfortable for a little bit.
I really wished I could have slept over in Hampton with them, I think it was getting better and more comforting in the end.
It's my own fault for getting into a slum I guess. It's quite frustrating trying to fight it. Fighting. It's all I know how to do and all I do everyday now.
Time to get on a new note.
Perks of being a Wallflower.
It's made for every teenager I believe. It basically hits on everything a teen goes through....in some form at least.
I love it. It makes me laugh. It's a bit hard for me to read because it's in letter form, but at least it doesn't bounce around all too much. Charlie is quite innocent in my eyes. Yet has the most insight about people.
Music. It's doing this thing to me again.
It plays songs that are bad for me, cuz it keeps this slum down. Marching Band Training has been working it out for me though. Thank God. It'll play a song I don't want to hear but it gets stuck in my head forever. I still love it though...
Marching Band....I'm not sure why I did this again. I guess because for my senior year I wanted it to be a bang and have an impact and keep me busy. So far, I have 8 hours of practice a day for 4 days this week and next week. Today was 4 hours of crazy hard marching out in the sun, and never ending drills and cadences. I'm sure basically all of my readers have no clue what I'm talking about....Think of a military platoon marching and getting orders, but add dancing and that's our band. We're gotten a lot more strict and larger since my last term with the band marching. I'm a little excited now that I think about it. We'll be doing a Michael Jackson set [duh.] and a dance mix as always plus a few others. I'm pretty excited.
I'm addicted to grape juice. The red kind. My sister is now calling me the drunk in the house...She thinks I'm gonna be one of those rich old ladies who sip red wine and live in france.
Great....now I'm an old lady.
Well this is yet another pointless blog. fun fun.
It's something I've grown to love to do though...
Good Night My dears.

~as always,
Angel.