"Well I didn't see your name on the All-State list, but I am proud of you for trying out. And you are in the top 20 orchestra students in the state, which is good. But sorry, it didn't happen this year."There are what, 80 people in the All-State orchestra? If I'm in the top 20 orchestra kids in the state, how the fuck did I not make it?Whatever. I tried to be positive this year; I didn't tell...

Walking in with Benji Madden's posi-core attitude, I was ready to go. I met the nicest choir person there, who directed me to the sign-in table. I didn't get his name, though :(I signed in (with a friend from Regionals) and made my way to the warm-up room. I warmed up with some BFMV tunes, got some blood into my fingers, and went to my room. Meeting some fellow viola players outside of the room...

So I've been given the opportunity to pick my topic for my senior research paper. I picked suicide; controversial and easy to form an opinion on. I am extremely into researching this paper and writing it, probably more than I've ever been about any other paper in my life.My opinion of suicide going into this paper- and if I offend ANYONE for this, please accept my apology in advanced- is that it...

It's a Friday night, the oldest is sitting on the couch with some Ni-Hao Kai Lan playing (which is actaually teaching him Chinese, and he's three 0_o). I'm putting off practicing, doing homework, and sleeping. Why? I don't know.I guess I want to get out here how... how much I've been taking myself for granted, really. I'm about to graduate high school, with plans to go onto college for Audio...

African-American.What if you were born in America? How does that make you “African American”? Last I checked, if you’re born in America, you’re an American.What if you’re Jamaican? My black friend Kelsea is Jamaican, and she is absolutely hates having to put “African American” on all of her applications.What if you’re white and you were born in Africa, then came to America and was...

Just a forewarning: I'm sick with the flu right now. When I feel like shit, I have absolutely no filter as to what I say and who I offend. My apologies in advance.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++I swear, the next time I see a “Story Of My Life” story I am going to stomp on the owner of said story’s puppy, then scoop up the remains with a piece of paper upon which a Holocaust...

Ugh, regionals is coming up. The time of the year for high school musicians everywhere to cease everything but practicing their instrument of choice. And when I mean everything, that excludes stopping at the nearest convenient store for the biggest fountain drink of Mountain Dew because that's the only way you'll be able to keep your eyes open. Regionals, All-Region, Regionals Honor...

So this given school year gave me the opportunity to be in the pit orchestra of the school musical, “Oklahoma!”. Of course I never knew why the ! was in the title. Hell if anyone in real life actually likes Oklahoma that much. Plus, the play in itself isn’t really a reason to cheer. I mean sure, you get your life lessons such as forgery, bribery, rape, murder, all the fun stuff we want to...

What can I say about you, Jimmy? You were an amazing fucking drummer, you really were. You were absolutely out of your mind, you always brought smiles to our faces with your car raps and crazy dance moves... and throwing beer in your face to freak someone out. You inspired a lot of people to get into music. You inspired a lot of people to live.You were so dedicated to your family and your friends,...

"This boy was beautifully creepy. The way he stared at us with a menacing look in his nearly golden eyes sent chills up my spine. The color of his eyes matched his hair, which was styled into a kind of faux-hawk manner. His intense stare complimented the gentle pointed shape of his chin well, which rested beneath a perfect heart shaped mouth."This is an excerpt from my novel Moon Queen, about the...

It started yesterday. This boy, whose name I have yet to discover, strutted into room B124 like he owned the place. No one had ever seen him before. He was called up to Mr. V’s desk as he placed his designer sunglasses and “gangster” hat on a random desk. Mind you, the seats are not assigned.I tried not to eavesdrop on his conversation with the teacher, but I couldn’t help myself. I’m a...

Hey guys, I'm going to be at music camp from June 28th until July 11th, so I won't be able to update until I get back. I'll still be able to read and comment your stories and comments you leave on my page, but I won't be able to comment back on your profile from my phone. So if you want to talk to me, send me a message or contact my twitter, 66Keelan61.So don't expect any updates until about two...

I'm going to start pulling stories off of the site. Some of them I have no more ideas for, and therefore cannot continue. Some I know what's going to happen, but I can't work on them. Some I forgot that I even had.Stories that are definitely off the site are:NovemberAmerican IdiotIf Life Ain't Just A JokeStories in danger of leaving:A Whole New WorldForever and Always1943I don't know if some...

I can't remember if I put it in my about me or not, but I am a serious violist (viola player). With Regionals honor orchestra and All-State honor orchestra auditions coming up quickly; my first being January 31st at 1:21 PM; I am having to cut back on my writing time in order to practise my butt off for these. I know updates are coming slow IF they're coming at all (I am really really really...

"We don't read and write poetry becauseit's cute. We read and write poetrybecause we are members of the human race.And the human race is filled with passion.Medicine, law, business, engineering,these are all noble pursuits, and necessaryto sustain life. But poetry, beauty,romance, love, these are what we stay alivefor. To quote from Whitman: "O me, o lifeof the questions of these recurring, of...