It's another late night post

Meh. Another late night for Katelyn. As tired as I am, I kinda like it. Late at night I get into a nice philosophical mood. Or just go on random tangents. Like now. I want a great relationship with God. Does God even exist? I've got experiances in my life that say he does, like last night, but the doubting comes with the morning... I want to know WHY he created all this, this world, this life, my life. What's the point, you know? He doesn't need me. Then why do I exist? Was he bored? Why would God get bored? I want to know what I'm supposed to do with myself. Stupid forecasting. I hate it. All I want to do is play and learn the language of music, read good books, discuss religion and politics, and do some science. If school was like that, I'd never not want to go again. Yes, double negative. I want to trust people. Meh, stupid vulcan shell. I want a new clarinet. But my Artley's perfectly fine. Maybe I'll buy it one piece at a time. I've already got the mouthpiece... I want homework to go away. Pointless and takes up far too much time. Which is why I'm blowing all of it off right now. I want AP tests to go away. Cause way too much stress. And the WASL. Can you say, COMPLETE waste of time? Much rather be in band. Or reading my Anne Rice books. I want to fall in love. Yes, that's what Katelyn wants. A pesky boyfriend to take up even more of her time and money and emotion and sanity, with a wonderfully heartwrenching breakup at the end to make her even more insane. *sigh* I'd better stop now. Hey look! It's 12:34! I'm easily amused.

Now that Spring Break's Over...

I get to go back to school. Joy. Actually, I do want to go back, for band that is. Life's just not the same without Mancini's daily words of wisdom, playing music, telling Miescha to shut up (you know I love you girl!), playing music, getting ridiculed by David, playing music, watching Mancini yell at the drummers, playing music... The rest of my classes can just die. Okay, so classes can't actually die, but you know what I mean.