I fought a war to walk a gang plank into a life I left behind.

There's something so humbling to me about lightning. I've always loved it. I can never really understand how someone can fear something so beautiful. It's an interesting type of beauty. A harsh, wild, fierce, dramatic beauty. It's something amazing to watch something so powerful, and yet so graceful at the same time. Gentle and fierce. Rain is the perfect addition to it. Another perfect piece to an already perfect puzzle.

My first soccer game is tomorrow. We're playing shorter than usual on account that three girls on my team were caught at a party that had alcohol. Which is OK I guess. Maybe we can pull through as a team. I'm very excited for it. However, tomorrow is also the day of my orchestra festival. I'm not looking forward to that. I do like playing the violin, and I do admit that I have gotten better, but I just can't stand my conductor. I don't like the fact that he seems to find some kind of joy in calling people out on their faults. I am not one that will stand by while someone treats people like that, but I have no choice. I, myself, have to respect my teachers and superiors. It's how I was brought up. 

"he isn't up in heaven so I'll treat him like he's dead."

There's something that I find so attractive in the piano. It's always been my instrument of choice. I'm not quite sure why, but I've always found some sort of unseen attraction to the instrument. It holds a special place in my heart. I've been playing since before I could read. But of course that was only Mary had a little lamb and it was because my brother had taught it to me. I've been hooked ever since. I've also always loved an acoustic guitar. I mean, electric guitars are OK, but I adore acoustic guitars. Maybe it's the sound, a stripped down, more real sound to it. More earthy. I've always wanted to take up the guitar, and maybe I will. I've learned how to piece together a song here and there, but never really bothered to really try to learn it. I really want to though.

I'm thinking that I'll try to end my posts now in either a song lyric, or a poem. Either or, depending on what I feel at the moment. You do know, creativity doesn't turn on like a faucet, so the days that I'm lacking a little, I'll just post up a small lyric. I'm going to try my hardest to post almost everyday. But I wouldn't rely on it. Sometimes I forget, and other times, I'm just plain grounded.

I'm starting to feel more comfortable in my own skin. Maybe it's the product of growing up, I mean most adults I know are pretty accepting of how they look. I'm starting to think that maybe I am as pretty as some claim me to be. A couple of my friends, and a couple of adults claim that I resemble Lucy Liu. I think I'm just pretty in my own way.

I think many things. For example; I think I'm depressed. Over stressed. And my parents are killing me slowly.

"Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly..."

Well, until next time, I bid you adieu. Oh and, it will be two to three weeks until you next hear from me, I'm grounded. And I lost my phone to my mom for forever.