There has been a lot of drama in my life recently, and I’m so over it. Since high school started, a lot of things have changed. People have come in and out of my life and naturally the people I know have changed, mostly in a positive way. It’s been fun meeting new people and making new friends but it’s your old friends you always rely on. Unfortunately, mine seem to be of the opinion that I am the one who has changed. To me it seems more like they have, my old friends never would have cared what other people thought of me. I definitely don’t, I’m going to be who I’m going to be and nobody can change that. It seemed like they gave me an ultimatum, change or we can’t be your friend. Well I can’t change so…. The light side is it has sparked a lot of support among my other friends. I really hope we can move on and get over this but hey, it’s all up to them.

This has been quite the punishing weekend, a dramatic saturday morning then off to the rugby match from hell. The result, a girl with a twisted ankle, a girl with an injured wrist and then little old me over here with a twisted ankle and scratches down my face. All the boys were very impressed. I think the ankle is going to get me out of rugby tomorrow and i might go to Piedmont instead. I miss all the people there, but somehow i’m a little scared of being let down by the old place. Like over the summer i’ve built it up in my mind and when I go it’ll just be a school. All of the spirit i’ve given it with my memories faded away. But then I know that the auditorium where I first started to find my voice will never be just a stage. I know that the halls where I spent three years won’t be just empty halls, they’ll be filled with the life of those who are now there, even if my Piedmont days are the ones I see in them.

Wow. I sound so….what’s the word? fake. Ah well. It’s the way I feel about the place, even if it was just middle school. Plus I want to go see all the old seventh graders and musical people. I want to see my teachers, not too many are left. All my sixth grade ones are gone. A couple of my seventh grade ones are around and a couple eighth grade ones. I’ll probably just make the rounds of eighth grade ones. Their the cooler ones, mostly. But the big teacher I want to see is Mrs. MacLeod. I’ll probably go visit her last, along with the musical peeps. But enough about that, I need to get the picks of the week up! (Featuring Avril Lavigne’s Keep Holding On.)