I'm a fermata, hold me.

Goodness this week was sooo long! (And it's not even over yet.)

Halloween was on Wednesday. Jenni and I made awesome Italian plumbers! In the end we decided that we are too old to beg for candy from strangers so we passed out candy.

For my Senior Project I kind of want to change it from learn how to play guitar to piano, because I love messing around on the pianos at school. I've been borrowing books from People. I’m actually getting faster at reading piano music and it's so much fun. I love it. But, there are problems with this plan:

1. I wouldn't have a mentor.
2. I don't have access to a piano all the time.
3. I'm kinda shortbus.

Otherwise I would totally switch.

I'm picking out the costumes for Our Town. I think it's going to be lots of fun, except for the fact that the play opens like two weeks I haven’t started at all and I have to basically be in two places at once (marching practice and drama).

Laura and I have taken on the enormous task of gigantomachy proportions of organizing the music library. It should only take until a short time after the jam and crackers at my funeral.

Anyways, I should get going I have a parade competition/Band review tomorrow, meaning I’ll be up early. Nighty night!

http://www.corsinet.com/braincandy/question.html Here are some good questions think about.

Em.

Ps- Parade marching = death by boredom.

Just saving some starfish

Let me tell you a story about a boy who is wiser then most will ever be:

There once was a man. This man was like most men. He went to work every day, he paid his taxes on time, and he even visited the gym three times a week. But he wasn't happy.

So today, unlike most days he didn't go to work, instead he went to the beach. It was cold but bright and breezy day the way it is after a storm. The man shivered slightly as he trampled through the sand wondering what on earth he was doing, or what he was looking for. Just then the man saw in the sand some distance away a strange colored speck no make that

Ten...

Hundred...

Two hundred...

A thousand specks, maybe more...

When the man got closer he saw not specks, but starfish. Hundreds and hundreds of them beached from the storm lying in the cold sun waiting to die. The man was sad; he didn't really know what to do. He just stood there thinking about all the poor starfish, dying or already dead. "What a stupid idea to miss work on a Tuesday," he thought to himself, "I feel worse now then when I woke up."

Just as the man had made up his mind to turn from the hopeless seen and go home he saw a boy among the starfish. The boy must not have been older then eight or nine. The man approached the boy. As the man drew closer he saw that the boy was picking up the starfish one by one and throwing back in to the ocean.

The man looked in disbelief at the boy then to the beach litter with the pathetic dying creatures. "What are you doing?" He asked the boy, "There has to be thousands of starfish. There is no way you could save them all; you won't even be able to save half. What's the point or this? Does it really matter?"

The boy picked up another starfish said "it matters to this one," and threw it back into the ocean.

I have to believe in that little boy. I have to keep telling myself to keeping on caring and do my best. I really believe I will because I know that even in some minuscule, microscopic way it matters. Working hard doing my best, even if I'm not seeing results or ever do, it still matters.

Why does it matter? I mean it's not like I'm saving lives or anything.

This is why: because I need a reason to get up in the morning. I need to know that I'm doing something other then taking up oxygen.I need to know that I have a purpose.

I really don't understand it when people that are apathetic. If you don't care then is there really a point, it just kind of seems like they're just a waste of space.

Every morning when I wakeup I need to now that I have the power to make this day better then the last one, that my presents in the universe means something to someone and that I have the power to effect change and that that change matters.