Feb 10
from the wall of my choir director’s office
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from the wall of my choir director’s office
im emotional today as made apparent when i started crying writing about how beautiful the muppets are and now ive started crying again while watching dan and phil rewatch tatinof. there's a moment, phil has a splinge, and dan signals him to fix it. and dan says "i've got your back" i know everyone on tumblr is my friend. i know im really awesome and stuff. but it doese kind of suck some times and feel lonely sometimes to live on an island . i was find just having a couple friends, then; they split on me. they had their own issues to work out. so, i'm alone most of the time. since september. ive spent time with people like a few times within this month. i'm not gonna lie, jj, my maintanence guy, i think he's weirdly one of the only people i can say got my back. cuz, i glued stuff to m y walls, and jj can cover it up when i move out. i love you jj. i haven't expressed this to you but i am really glad you asked how i was doing when coming to check on theAC. you've seen txf, sttos, spn, psych, community, you love my music; we both named our guitars martin. my choir professor was his highschool AP music theory teacher. when jj first came to say hi he was the first person i'd seen in the 11 days after having gotten lost in the woods trying to get my cat that ran away. she never came back, but, jj always does.
*sitting here longing for my birth parents to read my letters*
“you guys know that i believe anybody should be able to run down the street naked i truly believe that in my heart but NOT for the concert”
—my wonderful choir prof, dr. petite
thinking about one time when these conservatives were having this big blow up ball and people were writing shit like "I LOVE TRUMP" and they went up to me and said "do you want to write something" i think he was like oh shit this persons a wokie so he went "the only thing is you cant cross anything out" so i went okay and just wrote "FUCK TRUMP" and some person in the background went (oh—) and i tossed the marker back and walked away. i had to go to see my choir professor dr. dominique petite (she was also jj my maintenence guy's AP music theory teacher) she was going to help me learn guitar. either that or it was when we were doing voice placements at the beginning of the semester. time tends to... get fuzzy. does that happen to anyone else? anyone else live on a task to the task kind of clock instead of society's concept of time typa clock? isolation does things to you.
dr petite loves bob dylan
one time my choir profedsor gave me some fruit from behind her house or something they werent grapes but they were very grape-like
i showed dr. petite wolfy. she loved him. she asked if it was the polish W. n i said no no. wolfy. there is my minks, otto, orwin, ant ozwald.