You are the peace I have been craving. I don't know if that's actually a term of endearment, but I do really crave peace with a passion. Personal piece, and, as corny as this may sound, world peace. I frankly don't want to get drafted and go to war. Imagine getting this wonderful brain of mine blown to smithereens for some moron warmonger president.
Anyway, I haven't updated in a long time. Why? I have been in a frenzied panic for a very very long time. First of all, there's that Presidential Scholars thing. I spent hours upon hours trying to pull off some good essays for it. In fact, I stayed up till 4:30 in the morning to finish it a week before deadline. That's how much I want it. I was worried it wouldn't make it. Fortunately it did, before that lovely noreaster which probably whipped the other slackers into a great frenzy. Hehehehe, that shows them not to procrastinate. But hey, either way, I don't think I'll be one of those lucky geniuses that gets to be a Scholar. Why? Well, I read a lovely article in the paper today about another candidate from Bethel. A lovely boy named Ian. Ian plays varsity basketball, lacrosse and cross country. He also takes AP courses, is in National Honor Society, plays guitar, piano, sings in an honors choir, is in a special music organization and participates in the school play. Not only that, he does loads of community service, and he had the fortuitous advantage of having the opportunity and money to go to Chile to study the natives of Tierra del Fuego and the hummingbirds who ingested bugs or something. As we can see, that is a very impressive resume. And I heard from a girl that his past is wracked with discord. Hmm, well that might be bad, but I'm sure it presents wonderful topics to write about for his essays.
And what about me? Hmm, I play the violin in school, in the community orchestra and the Westconn University Orchestra, I teach violin, I'm on the dance team. I do a bit of filing which I call "community service" which it isn't, at all....And I was in the school play a few times....That's it. I don't have anything special like studying carnivorous hummingbirds, sorry. Oh well...
And then what did I spend the rest of my time doing? I had to finish my home test for Cooper Union, which is a whole ton of drawing - drawing which I'm no good at...I have to say, a few were really crappy, but a few turned out really well. I still don't think it's good enough to get me into the school. I have a feeling that April is going to be filled with loads of disappointment...
Still, tomorrow is the Dance Team Competition over in Quinnipiac. I heard that it's one of the biggest competitions in the region, and there will be ten dance teams! Yay! Competition! I hope we do well. Wish us luck!

You are the marshmallows of my hot cocoa. Mmmmm.....marshmallows. I haven't hand any in my hot cocoa in a long time. In fact, I believe that as soon as I'm finished with my blog, I'll go and make myself a good hot cocoa with marshmallows.
So my weekend, unexpectedly extended, but the extension is always welcome, was actually quite busy. I spent the whole time wracking my brain over the essays and projects I have to do for all my college things. I think I'm almost finished. Yay! Congratulate me!
Ay, but another gripe decided to unexpectedly, in an unwelcome way, descend upon me. And boy, does this remind me so much of myself when I started off my blog. Just a note to anyone, if the person knows where your blog is, and you don't feel like confronting them, please don't put your gripes about them on the blog. It causes des tas de trouble (for all you non-French speakers, that's "heaps of"). And I just read a particular blog that definitely made my day just fall into a nice dull gloom.
But for this person's information, the talent show group has six people, and only six people. I picked who I picked, invited who I invited, for numerous reasons. Some of which were obvious enthusiasm, skill at instruments which not many others can play, seniority and they're easy to work with. Why I didn't pick more? Because this piece was originally supposed to be for only four people. As you can see, I'm already horrendously over the limit. I'm sorry that I couldn't include you. This group being only six people in no way reflects upon my opinion on your skills or the skills of your friend.
And another thing. Am I really stuck up? Do I exude some sort of offensive aura that says, "I'm a better musician that thou art! Bow down and grovel!" I certainly hope not. Please tell me if I do. The idea of my being so arrogant is absolutely terrifying.